Isn’t it funny how people feel naked without their jewelry? It’s a phrase I hear repeatedly, and it’s the way I feel myself. Even though, proportionally, my jewelry covers just the smallest amount of my body, it still feels like my most essential armor.
Greetings from the basement of my childhood home in Minneapolis, where I now work at a desk where a picture of my high school boyfriend at prom peers down at me as I work. (My husband has oddly said nothing). Beyond the oddities of existing in a space frozen in time, I am so very lucky to be here with my family where both my husband and I can work from home, while attempting to raise our 16 month-old with the very welcome assistance of my mother.