Last July I was working diligently to organize my life. To see whether, with enough structure and help, I could keep all the balls in

We live in a world that is happy to discuss sex and weirdness and all manner of personal things… but not genuine emotions. Particularly not

As I unpack boxes and work to create order and beauty in my new space I have been fascinated to see metaphors unfolding, about stuff

One week, two weeks, one month, two months, one year or two… Our hearts seem to keep track of significant days even when our brains

I’m in! The movers have come and gone, all the paperwork has been exchanged, some boxes have even been unpacked. Now I am dreaming of

I found a new nest. That means I won’t be living with friends and family this summer. It means instead that I can get started