I have not been writing, and I wish I had the time to; and I’ve had too much time on my hands, too much time beneath my fingernails.
I have not been writing, and I’ve tried to but haven’t had anything to say; and I’ve felt my feet in the grass instead, though not nearly enough.
I have not been writing, but I have been remembering things I was scared I’d forget, read — maybe all this time I thought writing to you was my only way of remembering, maybe I learned trust at the expense of my practice.
I have not been writing.
I promise when I do, I’ll come back here.
New newsletters are coming, in time.
For now, I thank you for your patience. For now, I hope you’re patient with yourself too, or that you relax your shoulders and release a much anticipated breath.
For now — a book I’d recommend for each year I’ve been alive thus far (so many, so few). note - these range from picture book to poetry, titles I liked at three and twenty three all the same.
Dear Memory - Victoria Chang
Hard Times Require Furious Dancing - Alice Walker
The Work of Art - Adam Moss
Trick Mirror - Jia Tolentino
Crying in H Mart - Michelle Zauner
A Tale for the Time Being - Ruth Ozeki
These Precious Days - Ann Patchett
The Penderwicks - Jeanne Birdsall
Seeing Ghosts - Kat Chow
Summerhouse Time - Eileen Spinelli
The Rupture Tense - Jenny Xie
Indeterminate Inflorescence - Lee Seong-bok
The Year of Blue Water - Yanyi
You Could Make This Place Beautiful - Maggie Smith
Body Work - Melissa Febos
Cyberfeminism Index - Mindy Seu
Are Prisons Obsolete? - Angela Davis
Non-things - Byung-Chul Han
How to Not Be Afraid of Everything - Jane Wong
The Ugly Vegetables - Grace Lin
Your Emergency Contact Has Experienced an Emergency - Chen Chen
The Kissing Hand by Audrey Penn
Time is a Mother - Ocean Vuong
Question to ask your mom: How does it feel that your daughter just keeps growing up?