My daughter left this feather on the kitchen table this morning. She picked it up somewhere. It’s funny, usually I’m really grumpy about feathers, ‘They’re dirty! Leave them outside! Wash your hands!’ – mean-dad stuff. But today this feather got me out of a real funk. A Thursday-morning-existential-void. Actually, a grey-Thursday-morning-in-February-existential-void… doesn’t get more voidyContinue reading “Feathers”