~seventeen~ supersingular

In abstract algebra, seventeen is a supersingular prime, the explanation of which I had no comprehension of, which is probably a sign I never took abstract algebra, but I still think supersingular sounds intriguing. . . . → Read More: ~seventeen~ supersingular

~thankful thursday~ magnitude

Every November marks a new beginning for me, ever since I started doing this crazy thing. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ magnitude

~thankful thursday~ all true

I am grateful that Rich is at least as invested as me in my gratitude posts, and I cannot go to bed without him reminding me that I haven’t written one yet. Good morning, love, I am grateful for you. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ all true

~thankful thursday~ hugs

And yet, you can end up being grateful for the weird thing you ended up being, all the same. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ hugs

~thankful thursday~ yet to let me down

I had to hold my head a certain way to overlay the light reflections across, say, a butterfly. How I hold my head seems important to practicing gratitude, to finding light. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ yet to let me down

~thankful thursday~ peanut butter

I am grateful for the way these gratitudes, post-it-note and placard-sized, and every size in between, collect into a quirky little bundle each year and make a kind of sense together, put off a sort of warmth, a little light, they almost hum. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ peanut butter

~thankful thursday~ feathered and furry friends

I’m grateful he is and has always been the kind of man who, when he sees a feral kitten, does not see a throwaway, but a treasured furball. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ feathered and furry friends

~thankful thursday~ celebrating bigger

I’m grateful to be quitting this business of staying small and keeping it all under wraps. Also grateful for my vote and to all who vote for women not to have to stay small. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ celebrating bigger

coprolites

I do not know why this is the word, only that once it came to me, I knew it was the one. . . . → Read More: coprolites

~thankful thursday~ shine-dripping

I saw her appreciate simple pleasures in those last days she spent in her house, things I hadn’t seen her do before. She spun the prisms in her window at sunset and watched rainbows dance around the ceiling. She delighted in a squishy silicone ring I bought her as a placeholder for the wedding ring she had misplaced. She said yes every time I suggested going for a walk. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ shine-dripping