This year asked me to let go of some familiar expectations around reading. Instead of immersion, there was returning—briefly, imperfectly, but with care. This essay reflects on what it means to stay connected to books when attention shifts, and how learning to notice that change can be its own kind of practice.
In 2025, I lived through grief, caregiving, and a turbulent world. Caring for my father slowed everything down. I learned to pay attention, value small acts of care, and measure days by what steadied me. I’m carrying forward gentleness, presence, and a quieter pace into an uncertain future ahead now.
I wanted a place where my writing could change without explanation. So this is it. Essays, notes, reading life, and whatever else belongs to the current season. No niche. No schedule. Just paying attention and writing it down.