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These newsletters began at the beginning of 2020. I needed a break from pandemic news, and wanted to offer a place to relax and share stories over a cup of tea, a place where we could chat about small, human things—like sandals or nail clippers, or broccoli or patio furniture.

If you’re familiar with my story, you might not call it a story of small things. It involved the loss of a child, incarceration, and wrongful conviction in an international case.

However, when I first stepped into prison, I worried about patio furniture.

Yes, patio furniture.

I had bought them at a friend’s moving sale over the weekend and they were supposed to call before they delivered it. I worried endlessly over the fact that I couldn't tell them why I was not answering my phone.

It’s as if I needed something a bit more manageable to worry about than death and prison and a legal case.

During COVID lockdowns, I fretted about chickens.

As the rest of the world prepared for a global pandemic by very reasonably shopping at Costco and stocking up on toilet paper and bottled water, I loaded my car with chicken feed—only to find that baby chicks were sold out too.

It was a pandemic and I obsessed about chickens. I didn’t even need eggs.

Every day, big things are still happening in the world, but we are also people of little things.

I think little things matter too.

Shall we journey together?

Love,

Grace