Sunday Morning Coffee


After I gifted a friend a bag of this purely for the name, I had to try it out myself. A little lighter than what I’m used to, but I’m enjoying it. Kicking Horse makes some great coffee.

Now, I’ve got months and months worth of good reads saved up so I hope you’re ready 😁

Things I’m Enjoying:

  • When Grief Becomes Surreal: On the reality-bending effects of trauma in literature
  • This piece by Rosa Lyster about her father rediscovering fiction.
  • How Georgia O’Keeffe left her cheating husband for a mountain
  • You’ve Got Mail and the Internet of Ordinary People by Andrea Laurion

    I wanted to be Kathleen Kelly, her name crisp with that double-kay sound. She was a cool adult, one of the first fictional characters to give me an idea of the kind of life I’d like to lead. Asking a child what she wants to be when she grows up is a question that always pertains to occupation. Though being a bookstore owner was extremely appealing, it was more than the job. With Kathleen, it was about how she lived her life, how she looked at the world around her. Kathleen bought flowers just because. She wore black in the fall and pastels in the spring. Better yet, she was human, not an impossibly perfect idealized person. She said the wrong things and agonized over it for hours, just like I did. We both loved books and the Internet, a contradiction of analog and technology. And like Kathleen Kelly, I tried to hide my online obsession. It felt embarrassing, as if it was a sign that I didn’t know how to act like a human, which, considering I was an awkward preteen, I kind of didn’t.

  • Fried green tomatoes over basil goat cheese grits
  • How Annie Proulx researches

    My earliest memory in life is sunlight patterns on the ground coming down through the leaves of the tree. I remember that before anything else. That sort of sunk into me very early on. And my mother had a question she used to ask from time to time, sometimes when a piece of music was playing on the radio. Classical music usually prompted this question. She would ask, “What do you see when you hear this music?” And I always saw the woods.

  • Jackie Wolven on personal development
  • What lies beneath: an introvert’s guide to fiction–and life

The gradual, lifelong construction of a state of wonder and serenity

red rose

Theme from Malèna by Ennio Morricone

♥ The purpose of art is not the release of a momentary ejection of adrenalin but is, rather, the gradual, lifelong construction of a state of wonder and serenity. – Glenn Gould
♥ something a lifetime in the making
♥ getting results
I look up to
Everything you are
In my eyes you do no wrong
I’ve loved you for so long
And after all is said and done
You’re still you
After all
You’re still you

♥ There are certain events which to each man’s life are as comets to the earth, seemingly strange and erratic portents; distinct from the ordinary lights which guide our course and mark our seasons, yet true to their own laws, potent in their own influences. – Edward Bulwer-Lytton
♥ real, measurable accomplishment
♥ unexpected encouragement
♥ a heart unveiled
♥ the feeling of returning to a place you’ve never been
I watched a rose-bud very long
Brought on by dew and sun and shower,
Waiting to see the perfect flower:
Then when I thought it should be strong
It opened at the matin hour
And fell at even-song.

– Christina G. Rossetti, Symbols
♥ He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise. The one thing that astonished him now was that he should have stood for five minutes arguing with her across the width of the room, when just touching her made everything so simple. – from The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton