The Messiest Guffaw

Relatively unimportant contextual note: I wrote this last year, in a notebook where I was gathering observations in a way that was inspired entirely by the fact that we were then reading The Book of Delights by Ross Gay. I have a certain comfort with discomfort that...

Gritty, Determined, Stubborn Optimism

  On Saturday night, Theresa and I hunkered down for the two hours and 40 minutes of theatrical goodness that is Hamilton. Like many people, I’ve had my kick of listening to the soundtrack on a loop and yet though every bit of dialogue in the production is...

The Awful/Good, Awfully Good Practice

People occasionally compliment me for being patient. It makes me giggle. When I tell Theresa or my mom about those compliments, they giggle, too. Patience is most certainly not one of my superpowers. I practice it, though. I practice noticing when my patience is...

Gift Budgets and the Pain of Uncertainty

Last week, I messaged Theresa from the aisles of a store: “How much trouble will I be in if I go a little over our gift budget?” On this, our third holiday season together, Theresa and I set a $50 gift budget based on the idea that we both have what we need and much...

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