Welcome to a month of shorter essays!
Lessons from a much-delayed project
I’ve been grappling lately with the question, "Why write at all?" These little essays, dashed off in just about an hour each, sometimes feel like mere…
Great relationships are built on copious amounts of shared, belly-busting, teary-making laughter. It seems obvious, but the best friends are those you…
Writing, drawing, and all kinds of creative work sometimes feel like mining for gemstones. Heroic amounts of backbreaking digging with pickaxe, hammer…
A tiny boy born two months premature has become a rather less tiny man, sitting at a desk, typing, pausing for thought, resuming. It hardly seems…
Children live almost entirely in their bodies, feeling and grasping and experiencing the world directly: eating when hungry, playing when bored…
(The Thinker in The Gates of Hell at the Musée Rodin.) I've always seemed to have an unfortunate amount of trouble telling the difference between what I…
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