Letter from Laura (September, 2023)

How to leave home (and come back), my mental decluttering method, a recipe to kick off soup season, and more…

For the past two summers, if not three, when I’ve come back to the city from the East Coast, it has been with a splinter somewhere in my body. Last year, it was deck splinters in a big toe; this year it’s a lobster-shell splinter in my index finger. Is the land trying to tell me something? Because it is literally getting under my skin. Perhaps it’s tit-…