Dedicated to heartbreak

On eggs, houses of cards, and the joys of solitude

We call it heartbreak, but maybe it’s just a return to reason.

How do you begin to tell the story of a loss?

I guess you start with starting.

Let me tell you first about the day (last Friday) I was late for my once-in-a-blue-moon Ayurvedic massage. Let me tell you about the unfamiliar London heat on a late August afternoon, how it weighed on my skin and …