I’m sitting here writing this to you with a gigantic mug of rose-scented tea and a patchouli candle flickering at my left wrist. There is so, SO much silence in my house that it is practically deafening; it is an experience that, with two kids under the age of...
Every morning when wake, before the rest of the family does, to write, I make a cup of tea. I turn on just enough lighting in my kitchen to see as I measure out the bergamot-scented leaves, and I listen to the rumble of the kettle heating water. Tea in hand, I sit...
I’ve always been inclined to take stock of my life around this time of year, and to make some plans for the New Year. Although I generally eschew all things resolution-related, the New Year is indeed when I do all my dreaming and scheming for what I want to...
If you’re anything like me, you live in the zone somewhere between your chin and the crown of your head, encased in the sounds that your two ears take in, almost twenty-four hours a day. There is a constant barrage of intellectual processing available to you:...
We got a fireplace last winter. Having built only a handful of fires in my life before then, I was naive as to the complexity of the art. I knew: you start with something that burns easily – newspaper or an egg carton – and then you add...
