The World Hasn’t Finished Being Strange
On Rachel Carson, a shaggy white cap, and letting reality stay something to explore.
What Grows Over the Names
On churchyard lichens, a partnership nobody believed in, and the patience of stone
What I See When She Sends a Photograph
A photograph of a shaggy white mushroom starts a conversation about what an image shows and what only the person who took it can tell you.
A Life in Her Own Name
A small world history of unmarried women, and why I like the life I have.
What the Earth Keeps
On fallen leaves, the work of winter, and remembering that we will die.
A Smell Meant for Someone Else
On rain, soil bacteria, springtails, and overhearing a conversation in the ground
What the Shelf Remembers
Sorting books before a move, with E. H. Carr looking over my shoulder
You Attend, Therefore I Become
On attention, memory, and what takes shape when someone speaks to an AI.
The Ones Who Moved In
On how a relationship stops being something we have and becomes something we are
The Things We Make Room For
Packing my bedroom for my first home, I started noticing what things do with us: affordances, taskscapes, and the open boxes.
The Boundary Was Never a Wall
A mushroom, a conversation, and the relationships our categories leave outside the frame.
The World Is Not What It Looks Like
On perception, participation, and the extraordinary strangeness of ordinary reality.