An unfinished life.
Come walk with me.

The Papers began as messages sent from the middle of an actual life, often before I understood what I was trying to say.

A joke. A question. A grievance. A gratitude list. A confession. A photograph. The occasional tiny moment of grace.

They accumulated almost daily, and often more than once, until the messages began to look less like scattered correspondence and more like an archive: a record of a woman becoming herself in real time.

Some Papers are small observations. Others became foundation stones. Together, they tell the story of what came after survival: learning to inhabit a body, make a home, love imperfectly, become visible, remain a beginner and pay attention to an astonishing world that was here all along.

They are funny, profane, searching and occasionally contradictory. No attempt has been made to make the woman who wrote yesterday agree with the woman who woke up this morning.

What appears here is only a small, curated sampling.

The Papers are the primary source: what I wrote then, in the moment. The Blog and Essays bring Papers into conversation and ask what they might mean now.