Nora Leah:
My favorite pillow case when I was a little girl. Flannel so worn-in & soft it's like a kiss.
Nora Leah:
The kind of pet my animal-distaining dad has always dreamed of. He's named her Goldy, because she has the memory of a goldfish.
Nora Leah:
My dad's garden. Did I ever tell you about the time he almost got us kicked put of our old apartment because he grew proletarian vegetables instead of bourgeois flowers? This was well before Michelle O., obviously.
Nora Leah:
One of my senior pictures, shot by an old friend. There were also topless ones but ugh let's not talk about that. (Sorry, parents.)