Hello lovely internet peoples!

Above all things, I hope you are in love, that redemptive state that makes all things possible and bearable. I write to you from the lush woods of Pennsylvania. Ever since I was a little girl I have had one true love: love. It is the one magic in this life I have never doubted, in a life and world plagued with doubt. 

The spirit of love came to me first through family, as it does with any lucky child. My father was a man who loved love, whose heart was infinitely warm. He adored classic films with idealistic lovers who cast off everything to be with each other. Some of my earliest memories are falling asleep on the couch to the Billy Wilder Sabrina. It came to me next in books. From tween vampire romances to the poetry of Shakespeare, I devoured page after page, sometimes so quickly that my mother made me return the books (Sorry, Borders R.I.P.)

I am grown up now, have experienced the slings and arrows of real love and still worship it, seeking it everywhere and at all times. With the benefit of years, I have seen proof of what I knew in my soul as a child: that love is the most important priority of a lifetime. It is not only the ties between people. Love heals ailments. Delivers miracles. Provides joy, faith, comfort, creativity: every nutrient humans crave. 

I’m corny. A cheese puff. That same romantic silly naive girl who fell asleep on the couch. I hope I die that way. I believe in love. I will always encourage people towards it, to see their life as a grand romance. Companionship, erotic passion, crimson gestures; these are wonderful symptoms of love but I am most interested in the juiciest core further down. Sell all your things and go live alone in Paris after a divorce, eating croissants and tiny cups of coffee while watching the rain, falling for your own company. Tell your best friend who you’ve always been in love with that you want to be with them even if it might implode. Have a baby, then have another baby because what’s crazier or more adventurous than creating a human? Go back to law school at 45 and chase your dream career even though you feel too old. This is what I believe love is. Not candy and flowers (even though they’re nice too.) It is letting the warm hearth of your heart guide you. It is putting your energy into what you think makes life worth living. It is scary and illogical and inexplicable. So we need spaces to make some sense of it in this life. My heart’s dream is to create those resting points for people to examine their own hearts. My favorite space is in between lines and pages.

I believe in your capability, your best possible outcomes, your worthiness and beauty. I love you. I say it because I think you need to hear it. We all need to hear it and say it a lot more. So I say it over and over again. I love you and I hope you love yourself, your life, and everyone in it with the transformative fire that makes idealistic lovers cast off everything to be with each other.

I love you!