This Woman's Work

A tear falls down his cheek and the tear becomes a single drop of blood hitting the ground. They’re in the bedroom now, kissing.

Whether you’re a film aficionado or a casual viewer, if you’ve ever watched a movie, you have inadvertently been impacted by its musical score.

Ode to Blonde

My freshman year dorm room was on the fourth floor, the highest point in the whole building, and in the evening it was impossible to see.

We hope you’ll join us in stepping into a new fairytale. Welcome to the clearing—to the wildness—to The Family.

Thank goodness for art & thank goodness for you.

Grandmother's Song

My grandmother always stands in the driveway until everyone has driven away. How many departing headlights have swept over her in the night?

Personal Essay, MusicHana WidermanSeptember 24, 2019

I find myself now more and more prolonging these moments of genrelessness: a few breaths in, filling my lungs with clarity.

We all have our Sad Girl songs—the ones that hit right at the center of our biggest shames, our runny mascara nights, our whispers from the alleyway.

Circles

When I listen to Maggie Rogers’ “Falling Water,” I always hear I never loved you fully in the way I could so deeply, completely.

Here’s to the ugly & the marvellous, loud enough to reach the edge of night.