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The Summer Playlist 2017

Notes on trying to filter: The stuff you didn’t expect might be what is floating on top. Think: pasteurizing milk. There might be more waiting. You might notice you come across lighter sometimes. Again. You might enjoy being alone. Again. / wandering off in the museum / down the street as the sun sets /…

The Spring Playlist 2017

I keep thinking about this artist I heard about who took a Polaroid a day for 18 years. He died of cancer in 1997. People write in now with events in their own lives that occurred on the dates of the pictures. This is what it looked like someplace on the day I was born.…

The Winter Playlist 2016

The last few weeks, I have been asking people to tell me what their favorite Christmas songs are. It can be kind of interesting to hear about, actually. Whether or not I ever tell those I’ve interrogated, I am always, always categorizing their responses. I find the people I get along with best respond with…

The Autumn Playlist 2016

Something to remember: delicacy is not equivalent to frailty. Down the steps and through a patch of trees by the river, there is a secret garden in Minneapolis that somebody tends to. Whoever does this: thank you for actively putting more beauty into the world that I can incidentally encounter. Since the last playlist we…

The Summer Playlist 2016

Normally, I’m not super supportive of bargaining, but I totally made a deal with these flowers recently. I had gotten them for somebody else, and I wasn’t going to be able to get them to that person for about 48 hours, and I was frightened of what my ungreen thumbs and their kiss of death…

The Spring Playlist 2016

So, I realized a lot has happened since my last playlist was shared with you. For starters, the Kelsey who last provided you with a list of songs she likes had never been to Nashville. That has since been rectified. And goodness, what a lovely, lovely city (pictured above, the Frist Center of Visual Arts).…

The Winter Playlist 2015

Man, the things that happen to us. I’m sorry, how is it suddenly the middle of December? It has been a strange, winding, whirlwind sequence of events. The kind that has made me feel like Hannah on Girls, eating bread I have done stuff to and collecting weird stories, like adventurous women DO. And it’s…