Can you almost fall in love? I don’t think so. You either do, or you don’t. Love with the Bodyguard struck like lightning but grew slowly, winding. Food and art once brought people together; now I write to give shape to grief, to beauty. Birds remind me of that balance — physics and miracle, mystery and freedom. They move between worlds, guided by stars. You see, one is in love with them. Not almost.

I’ve decided to start blogging. I ’m not really sure why. Maybe it’s a way to talk to those of you who’ve tried calling me without...