salt houses

Earlier this week I finished Salt Houses, finally. Can y’all believe I started it at the end of March?! Nevertheless, here it is, the final lines:   “The song alights within Alia, a remembering akin to joy. Her mother’s garden,

I’ve shared snippets of this beautifully written, heartrending, monumental work before. But I’m reading it for the first time in its entirety, and I’m already in stupid love. “Well, you’re not here. Such is the ease with which one can

What is a life? A series of yeses and noes, photographs you shove in a drawer somewhere, loves you think will save you but that cannot. Continuing to move, enduring, not stopping even when there is pain. That’s all life