Jessica Brannen.
Halifax, Nova Scotia.

Lately: September, my yearly crush on you. Though you're confusing and moody you're fascinating. There is a lot swirling around in your days and dawns and slanting light and dusks and winds and downpours. It is not like dust particles floating in sunlight at all.

Listening to: The Radio Dept., New Order, LCD Soundsystem, The Drums, Max Richter, Four Tet, John Maus, Purity Ring,
Darkstar, Maya Jane Coles

Reading: Emily Dickinson, Pablo Neruda, Virginia Woolf, Tove Jansson, Alain de Botton- Essays in Love, Mary Oliver, short stories by Haruki Murakami

Watching: Pippi Longstocking

Scotch tape, play doh, book pages and freshly cut grass on top ranking smells list.

Persnickety yet easy-going?
And no more naturally austere than you are naturally vicious. (Charlotte Brontë)

Middle child.

You can make me a Mexican feast and bring me tulips or cosmos.

Bookish, journal-writin' type.

Grew up in the country, playing on the beach and in the woods. Still spend a lot of time there. You can hear roosters.

Lived in Sweden for many years and speak Swedish. Love Sweden and Finland. Visit every year.

Hollyhocks and delphiniums.

Studied art, photo, film and textiles. Have a love of all things arts and crafty. Also gardening, sewing, and writing.

Remember rolling down the hill?

Remember picking Fool's Gold out of the road with butter knives?

Remember that time we sneaked into that white abandoned house and saw a wedding dress in the closet?

Let's go swimming in the ocean.

And go thriftin'.

I can peel carrots really fast.
I'm left handed.
I wish to find secret letters or notes hidden in old walls.
I love good old-fashioned letters.
I love quilts.
I love scraps.
I make a mean pancake.
Collective nouns are funny.

Over and out.

prairie dogs, queens, and air

Axel, 3: “So are prairie dogs flat?” me: “No, the prairies they live on are flat.”
Axel: “So they’re just normal?”
me: “Well, they’re real little animals, with real little bodies. Is that what you mean?”
Axel: “Yeah.” (after a pause) “Are queens for real?”
me: “There are really queens alive today still, yes.”
Axel: “Oh. Are they mean? Like do they want everything to be perfect?”
me: “Some of them, maybe. Sometimes. Not all of them.”
Axel: (after we walk down the street a little farther) “Can I push the air? Can I move it?” (puts his hands out in front of him as he walks down the sidewalk)
me: “Yeah, you can, but you just can’t see it. We’re moving it even now.”
Axel: (confidingly) “But when you let some fresh air in…you can’t let all of the fresh air in…right?”

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Axel, 3: “Are blueberries happy to be blueberries?”
me: “Yes.”
Axel: “Oh. Are we happy to be we?”


hummers and whistlers

Astrid, 6: “Humming is really a real talent of mine.”
me: “Mhm.”
Astrid: “Whistling works better with lots of spit in your mouth.”
me: “You’re right, it does.”
Astrid: “I’m a pretty good whistler too.”
me: “Yeah, you’re pretty good at that.”
Astrid: “I was a really early whistler. I mean, some kids just get going whistling when they’re like, 10, or 12. How old was I when I started? 4?”
me: “Don’t really remember. Something like that.”
Astrid: “Maybe it was because I’m such a good hummer.”

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"Mama, when I lick my hands they feel like licorice." -EA, 3

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parsley and lettuce in the morning

parsley and lettuce in the morning