Tender

On marking things

TENDER: a first word in a conversation this week, and one of two words I chose in spring as the guiding lights for my third book; the one that I feel will change me in ways I am a little scared by. Ways I feel are vital at this stage of my journey.

I’ve had a week of firsts, in fact.

First sneezewort I’ve ever set eyes on.

First blackberries of the season.

First night out since becoming a mother — two glorious hours—with the other mamas, the most beautiful group of women.

First banded demoiselle.

First time having lunch with a friend of 21 years outside of a place either of us live.

First proper words of this new book that has revealed itself to be