This week Leif and I lost our beloved Luna.
Whenever someone complains about how the second-person point of view just doesn’t work for them, I think they should give Jamaica Kincaid’s short story Girl a solid read.
There is one particular short story in The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis that I’ve adored since the very first time I read it, called Cockroaches in Autumn.
There is a linguistic thread that runs through The Truth About Owls that I keep catching myself thinking about.
Quelques observations après la création d’une petite cape de laine cette semaine.
A few project notes about a cozy crochet capelet I made that I’m pretty proud of.