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Current ArticlesThis feed's current articles are shown below. Subscribe for updates to all the content available in this feed, or click through here to see the original article.  This morning, as I was walking, I came to an old fence post where a sign read: NO VEHICLES BEYOND THIS POINT I stopped there longer than usual. How many signs pass before us each day without our noticing? The ones nailed to a post. The ones carried across the news. The expressions on another person’s face. The tightening in our own... Read the whole entry... »
 Heartland
 2026-07-17 02:00 UTC by Corey
 Love lived here, and remains. I left for France forty years ago. An ocean of living has happened since then. Other homes. Another language. Other versions of myself. And yet, stepping back into these rooms, I discover that some part of me never packed a suitcase. I have been here all along. Waiting beside familiar shelves, beneath familiar... Read the whole entry... »
All of It
2026-07-16 02:00 UTC by Corey We can be delicate and strong.
We can be sad and still share joy.
We can have today and live it moment by moment, yet still yearn for tomorrow and the day after. We can have nothing to say, yet want to scream while remaining silent. We can feel the sun on our faces and the rainstorm running down our cheeks. We can be hungry and not want... Read the whole entry... »
 The fireworks in Cassis celebrating Bastille Day were spectacular. We’re fortunate to have front-row seats from our Fisherman’s House, which looks directly toward the lighthouse where the fireworks are launched. Chelsea sent me these photos of the Pickles oklast night. She also sent a short video, which I’ll post on Facebook. Olivia... Read the whole entry... »
 The beads are old, tiny glass survivors, many more than a century old. Once they swayed from the fringes of electric lamps and evening purses, until fabric surrendered and only the beads remained. Lizzie found them everywhere: forgotten bags on eBay, shredded purses, mysterious little packets filled with mismatched fragments.... Read the whole entry... »
 Claire Sparkle sits on my lap while we read, one hand holding the book, the other finding my chin. She moves it back and forth. “Do you like wiggling my double chin?” I ask. “It’s soft,” she says, as if she were touching a bunny’s ear. She has no idea that I have spent years wishing away that part of... Read the whole entry... »
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