I found my first silent book club by accident, wandering into the back room of a small bar because I saw a handwritten sign taped to the door that just said “Reading — 7pm.” I expected maybe five people. There were closer…
Continue reading →I can’t go back. The house was sold years ago, repainted probably, renovated almost certainly, occupied now by people who have no idea it exists in this much detail in someone else’s head. But memory doesn’t ask permission, so I’m going to…
Continue reading →I turned 30 recently, which apparently comes with a built-in urge to audit everything anyone ever told me. So I did — I went back through every piece of advice I can actually remember receiving before this birthday, from parents, teachers, strangers,…
Continue reading →At some point this year I realized I had strong, specific opinions about park benches — not benches in general, but individual, particular benches I’ve actually sat on, each with its own personality. So I built a rating system and started keeping…
Continue reading →There’s a version of me I present on purpose — the one in bios, in conversations, in the story I’d tell at a dinner party about who I am and what I care about. And then there’s the version that shows up…
Continue reading →Every family has at least one tradition nobody can fully explain — a phrase, a recipe, a ritual that gets repeated every year without anyone quite remembering why. I decided to actually ask. Over the course of a month, I sat down…
Continue reading →Most “career retrospective” posts rank jobs by pay, or prestige, or how much they look good on a resume. I wanted to do something different: go through every job I’ve ever had, in order, and rank them by how much each one…
Continue reading →I didn’t set out to do this as some kind of self-improvement project. It started almost as a joke — I said something snippy to a coworker, immediately regretted it, and thought, that’s the third time this week I’ve felt this exact…
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