These days I find myself living the in-between. In a few weeks I’ll be packing up my life in Snohomish and heading to Belgrade, Serbia for a while. It’s both thrilling and disorienting. Every day brings small reminders that the ground beneath my feet is shifting: sorting clothing into donation piles, deciding what to pack, what…

This month, a friend shared a Substack post that shook me. I’m still shivering. She had been reading Stephanie Foo’s memoir, What My Bones Know, and wrote about how it reminded her that during the chaos of 2020, while others unraveled, she felt weirdly calm. In the book, Foo reflects on how the adaptations formed in…