Boo Walker

My life right now…

Edit this: The only thing I know at this point is that I have to give him more.

Now: The only thing I know is I have to give him more.

Less words, same thing.

Perhaps my strangest confession yet. Who in the world thought to give me a platform? If I'm not careful, I'm surely going to screw it up. Nevertheless, I hope you are entertained.

Also, I included some wonderful book/film/music recs. Come on over to the warm waters of Substack for a peak under Boo's hood.

The Inmates Are After Jennifer Aniston Wild stories and mesmerizing recommendations

Godwinks all over the place this morning. Come on in for some Dog Stars, Bleachers, and Godwinks talk.

We must not take for granted the little things: a long meal with loved ones, the choice of take-out options, the comfort of a good bed, the touch of your lover—even the slightest one—or the little sounds they make, the funny nuances of their routine, the access to all the art you could ever consume, the chance to say “I’m sorry” or “I love you” or to start again, a lick on the face by a dog who loves you unconditionally, the brush of your cat as she weaves ‘round your legs, a goodbye kiss from your child as he rushes out the door to go find his place in the world, mail delivered to your door, your mother and father and brother a video call away, the way the warm morning sun cuts through the window as you sip coffee just the way you like it, the way a patch of grass, a good book, and a bit of shade on a hot day is all you ever need.

Godwinks in art and outlining novels The beauty of entanglement/recommendations/a new craft essay