Stray Thoughts

We have a lime. Small and round and green. It’s rind, pleasantly smooth and firm, it’s insides wet and plumb. This was a lime ten years...

It’s been a big few weeks. But then, it feels as if that statement is perpetually true. That the quiet weeks are always just over the...

Yesterday was Holly’s birthday. She turned thirty five. Thirty five is an interesting birthday. We’re well past the festivity that was...