Defiance in Getting Dressed
This morning I fought for my life, and then I got dressed. Not dramatically. Not with ceremony.
The Fire Was Never Yours to Carry
There are paintings you look at, and there are paintings that find you, that reach across whatever distance you thought you'd put between yourself and the thing you've been carrying, and demand that you stay. I was standing in front of Ali Banisadr's Still
On Beauty, and Coming Back
Beauty is building something from the wreckage and creating harmony despite the odds. On losing the woman who stopped in front of paintings, and going back for her.