Weekend Reads v. 10.1.2025
"I hope you didn't hurt."
“I mean, this is a house that was loved. I think that’s, that’s…when I first came to the house today, I started bawling. It’s almost like I personified my house. I’m like, ‘I hope you didn’t hurt. I hope this didn’t hurt.’” Kelly Foster on losing her home in the Palisades.
Welp. I don’t know about you, but I think 2025 should go back to bed and wake up when it’s in a brighter mood. Ten days in and things feel like a chapter out of the book Revelation.
I wish I had witty things to tell you that could serve as a distraction from all the horrific images, but I do not. I’m still here serving you links from around the web even though it feels trivial and pointless.
I suppose this is what one must do in the face of sadness that seems insurmountable. We go through it by picking up the trivial and routine activities of life. We hold a place for our grief by letting the tears come at all times of day. We sit in silence. We check in on…
