Weddings and Funerals

“Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You... Continue Reading →

I didn’t keep a journal

  He is 33 tomorrow.  A good age, waist deep into exploring, into being.  Old enough to understand his strengths and weaknesses.  Old enough to have a wife.  Old enough for his style to freeze (hipster professor).  (Mostly just professor, but I like to watch his face when he reads these.)  Old enough to know... Continue Reading →

On 30

I have been thirty for three months now, and while it has highlighted and heightened some of my existential flailing, it has also been somewhat unmomentous.  I fuzzily remember the end of my first decade, turning 10 -- double digits! No more need to spell out my age, can use numerals!  (Thanks AP stylebook).  And... Continue Reading →

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