
The Language of Flowers
February 1 | 2023
February in the Northern Hemisphere is a chill month, brittle and unripe. …
July 2 | 2021
Leafing through my father’s stamp album, I came across two vintage stamps that reminded me how speed is relative. Before email and WeTransfer, air mail was the quickest means of delivery, nudged along by helicopters or even angels. My father’s stamp album features in my recent memoir, The Smallest Objective. Many of the stamps are postmarked, indicating a vanished history. Missing are the painstakingly composed letters they conveyed and the recipients who awaited them with such patience.