45, more life 💪🏾

A little dispatch after returning from Mallorca, baggy-eyed but still basking in the glow of a magical wedding up in the hills of Deià. Congratulations to the chicest, Vic and Pete. It’s too soon to go through all the images. Running on random access memories for now but here’s a taste of the trip.

For all the struggles of this year, especially the dread of being in work wilderness and longing to feel closer to the centre of something, I must give thanks for privileges like this. Grab them while I can, if even you feel undeserving.

Seeing two people I admire celebrate their union among a warm-hearted and fun-loving bunch from several corners of the world – in such an exquisite and generous manner, and despite a few stern challenges – brings the potential joy in life into sharper focus.

Read more in Bluejeans & Moonbeams.

Also in this issue:

• Lonnie Holley’s All Rendered Truth

• Good advice for young journalists

• A flaw in American Fiction

• Mississippi Masala (black + brown love = complicated

• Who cares about men’s personal essays?