On Texts Left Unread
It’s a cruel fate to be so close to those we love but feel so exhausted in keeping up with them as we want to.
Things Left Undone
You have come so far. But have you done well enough?
On Buying a Chair
I lie and say that I’ve bought chairs and they’ll take a while to ship. The dust settles in my cart again.
Watching Greatness (and Struggling to Know How to Achieve It)
At some point, why keep setting yourself up for failure and shame again and again?
Nine Feet from the Ground
The battalion chief tells me real home intruders “don’t fuck up this badly.”
Movie #5: A Preliminary Response to The Brutalist
Production of more art and beauty cannot serve as the only available response to art and beauty around us.
Advent, Strattera, and a Quest for Perseverance
In the expectation and longing for something to finally change, where our “now” seems broken beyond repair and our “not yet” can’t afford to be delayed, Advent meets us where we are.
Haunted by a Question
I was haunted by the thought of a home that was all around me yet so distant from me.
Where You’d Otherwise Put Your Wife and Kids
How often do we think about what friendships we make as if it is going to fundamentally alter our souls and our human experience?
My Imagination Runs Wild (Or: Mom, the Manawa Dam Collapsed and I’m Thinking About Grief Again)
A trickle becomes a torrent; a drop in a bucket becomes a catastrophic flood.
On Success
The dedication of one’s entire life to a community left their memory in a dusty room, largely visited by bored students on field trips and the occasional curious passersby.
