There is so much to write about. The doves sitting on the power line. The mask my nana sewed for me, the same fabric she used to buy to make tiny dress…
Kira Findling
I haven’t been able to sleep through the night much lately. I wake up too early and putter around, drinking a glass of water and squinting at the sudde…
Kira Findling
Last week, as Joey and I lay in bed talking in the dark, the sky blew up. A sharp crack and green light through the curtains. We froze. After a moment,…
Kira Findling
Bringing you a quick newsletter to break through the Super Tuesday madness (I’m voting for Bernie, and you should too! Here are some reasons why!). ———…
Kira Findling
Before I could talk, my parents taught me the ASL sign for “more.” I brought my hands together again and again, ma ma mar more more moooore! Yams, bana…
Kira Findling
A lot can happen in a month and three days. Since I last wrote, I got really sick — like, “too sick to watch TV” sick — and got better. I stretched, an…
Kira Findling
Last night, I sat outside and watched the moon. The clouds rushed over it, bringing the sky from light to dark and back again. I was surprised by how q…
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Thanks for being here.
Kira Findling