It’s an imperfect container for rage, for joy—but it is one.| changeofheart.substack.com
Isn't every good book about a change of heart?| changeofheart.substack.com
There’s something atavistic in it: some back-brain voice that says tonight, we eat| changeofheart.substack.com
Each moment is ending, even as it arises| changeofheart.substack.com
If I am this open door, everyone is this open door| changeofheart.substack.com
I don’t have to believe in myself, I suddenly realize| changeofheart.substack.com
If I’m defined by what I do, I’ll always be many other things more often than I’m a writer.| changeofheart.substack.com
We write for the same reason we speak: to be seen.| changeofheart.substack.com
Soaking in the experience of living is the only "have to" that matters| changeofheart.substack.com