Letter of Rec #055: The smell of saffron

Thoughts on feminine resistance, and 10 good things

Every time I start to type, I delete what I wrote and start again. Either I lose focus or develop helplessness and insecurity and I say, “There’s no room for this right now.” As if voraciously tracking the news cycle or participating in the calcification of “the sides” on social media is a better use of what room there is.

Then something else inclines me…