thought·shelf

I'm taking slow, heavy steps, and the concrete is cracking underneath me. My torso is 3-point turning through the halls while my legs...

A series, a guideless motion: Sometimes when I fluff up my pillows I feel like kind of a monster, like a werewolf or something. But I...

Cheese grater blades taking a carousel ride, scuffed and slippery. Middle class diversity: soft versus shell. Headphones worn like...

I sometimes have a daytime dream that I’m at my wedding altar with a man. With a man who I dated for a long time and who is very fun and...

I really enjoyed that one-inch picture frame exercise. I'm here to do it again. I've constructed a frame, this time made of an unwound...

Influenced by a wild empath who shall remain named: Jenny Slate I'm walking. A slow walk, like those old couples. They say nothing at...

There was a short, seemingly insignificant sentence in Jenny Slate's Little Weirds (which is phenomenal, by the way) about how she and...

Chris just wrote a sweet little post about a picture frame (which was promptly followed by another well-worded, stress-relieving and...