Revelry Reverie

The story of a seventeen-year search that’s helped me refine my ideas on art and futility. It’s 11:48pm, and while I’m lying down trying to sleep, in my mind I’ve already sat back up and opened Google. Moments later, the screen casts its malarial glow as I hunch over my phone, scrolling, scrolling, scrolling. Hunting.…

When trying to take a photo of Grant, I captured Eleanor in the midst of rising up to smite her foes.

The hardware in my house is fascinating, as a rule.

Me n my sister Kirsten.

On Friday morning my mom had to come to Roswell Park in Buffalo to have her right lung upper lobe removed. The doctor talked to me and my dad after the surgery and they think they got all the cancer. They’ll check her regularly, but hopefully this is it! Right now, she doesn’t need chemo…

My oldest sister isn’t here yet, but still. I am very tired from being up for various family members until 2:30 am for two nights running!

This is the fanciest hospital I have ever been in.We’ve been listening to either live piano or classical guitar for onward of 4 hours.

When he doesn’t feel well, we hold hands.

Florals? For spring? Groundbreaking. How many pairs of flower sneakers are too many? Asking for a friend. The friend knows the answer is more than four.