what returns me home to myself; an unedited list. https://t.co/4jNJCBTQ2e

There are days when I wake up, stretch into my spine like a cat, and feel that tight, electric bliss of simply being alive. The man I adore adores me too, madly, completely, without performance. My son, miraculous in his autonomy, is out in the world doing beautifully, his laughter now its own weather system. There’s the scent of brioche drifting... See more