When you have too many notebooks, and you decide to write about them instead of in them
Each month, I’m writing at least one post based on a theme. For March, it’s all about unpublished drafts.
At this point, I should start calling this a movie backlog. Seven months after the last one, I’m back with
For a long time, a visit to the National Gallery didn’t seem urgent enough to squeeze into my calendar.
January is a strange month
“Tell me about your Instax,” a friend asked me recently.
Love and grief