A little bit of love can be good, too.
Love Letter Day 23.
I keep running out of time. The kind of busy that I have been this week feels grotesque. Last night I asked the open air what you wanted to hear from me, and my friend Nayland said:
The smallest love in me, is the one closest to my heart.
I will be back with more words soon. Wait for me. Waiting is the smallest and most profound act of love. I will also wait for you, for as long as it takes.
It’s giving season. Here are a few places that deserve your love:
Asian American Writers Workshop