An Ancient Wound
This year, it’s too obvious that we’re all going to die.
My Cyclical Running Journey
The only thing that would cause me to run 13.1 miles without being chased was the fact that I was surrounded by others running 13.1 miles without being chased.
How It Started … How It’s Going
I’ve thrown my thoughts of this wedding turning out the way we planned into a relentless downward spiral.
At Some Point, We Have to Talk About Love
The mantra for dealing with predators is summarized succinctly by the three S’s: shoot, shovel, and shut up.
On Being a Chef with an Eating Disorder
No one wants to say “Hey, my relationship with food is deeply broken!”
The Tremendous Samaritan
You would rather die than have some people pity you.
Leave Women Alone: Some Opinions on Pregnancy
If you’re really interested in other people having babies, you could channel your energies into advocating for affordable childcare.
In Defense of Brutalism
Brutalism just deserves some sympathy.
Noise
In the silence of isolation, the noise has never been louder.
Remembering New England
I felt like I was leaving a piece of my soul in Boston, in Orchard House, in the bookstores, in the North Bridge Inn in Concord.
