PinnedInCrow’s Feet: Life As We AgebyJ. Avery Stewart·Jan 3, 2024The Workshop of DespairThoughts on retirement and the undertow not takenA response icon51A response icon51
PinnedInAge of EmpathybyJ. Avery Stewart·Mar 8, 2024The KnowingWhat the inner circle doesn’t have to say out loudA response icon16A response icon16
PinnedInThe Wind PhonebyJ. Avery Stewart·Apr 9, 2024The Madonna Was Mine For FreeMy lover’s death brings diamonds, rust, and gratitudeA response icon15A response icon15
PinnedInCrow’s Feet: Life As We AgebyJ. Avery Stewart·Apr 22, 2024In Retirement, We’re Still Living in Our Dream HomeSomeday we will move. It is not this day.A response icon39A response icon39
PinnedJ. Avery Stewart·Sep 5, 2023Princesses in AmberThey won’t stop growingA response icon16A response icon16
InCulture ClubbyJ. Avery Stewart·19h agoThe Saddest Sweet Song I’ve Ever HeardArmistice, and the end of innocence
InCulture ClubbyJ. Avery Stewart·Sep 23Gin is TruthWhy I should have listened to Sylvia Plath soonerA response icon3A response icon3
InThe Narrative ArcbyJ. Avery Stewart·Sep 17Keeping Time With Jackson BrowneWhy “Your Bright Baby Blues” is my song that never endsA response icon6A response icon6
InThe Wind PhonebyJ. Avery Stewart·Jul 1The Season of GoodbyesMy Wind Phone rolodex keeps expandingA response icon3A response icon3
InThe Narrative ArcbyJ. Avery Stewart·Jun 8The Leap YearMatters of home, heart, and the changing landscape of my lifeA response icon13A response icon13
