favorite summer photographs, part two. part one here , part three on deck. it's entirely possible I undere...

in between my inexplicable (or, in some cases, absolutely explicable) summer melancholy, there were good times. re...

in the spirit of those seven non-fiction books meant to get the insides itching and screaming and thundering , here are seven documenta...

ezra, estero island, southern florida, july 2015. friends, between the flooding of houston, the burning of our beloved columbia gorge la...

"so, examine your privilege. turn privilege into understanding, and let understanding guide you toward a desire to learn. then when y...

polaroids look and feel like stills from old home movies that play out in my head. I suppose that's why I love them so m...

  hello fine people on this fine sunday evening. here are seven instagram feeds that crack my world open on the daily: 1.  everyday every...

(one) (two) (one):  taken with the holga (while riding a bike!) in new orleans, september 2014. saw that cloud of white hair, that bl...

white people,  we can read books. we can educate ourselves. we can give money to the good fight. we can give our efforts to th...

love letter//number one from andrea corrona jenkins on Vimeo . a sixty second photograph that is really a sixty second love letter to a...

a few things happened since I last wrote in december. ava dyed her hair bright pink. ezra grew a hundred inches and then, turned t...

and I'm going to start writing again. I am.

"if novelists know anything it's that individual citizens are internally plural: they have within them the full range of behavior...

you were one heck of a month, november. and not just because I miraculously managed to share something here on nearly all of your thirty d...

yurtsgiving, as in thanksgiving that happens in and/or around and/or near a yurt. three years ...