Mom Is Waiting Outside

I recently read that a surprising number of Gen Zers have had a parent attend a job interview with them. The number I saw was 20%, which is still enough to make me stop and wonder whether mom is coming to the interview? I have to admit, this […]

The Lottery of School Supplies

I’ve been feeling nostalgic lately, which is dangerous because nostalgia has a way of making absolutely ordinary things from childhood seem magical. Today I saw a kid who looked about seven or eight years old carrying a shiny new iPad, and it sent me straight back to elementary […]

Winners Quit Too

I came across a quote recently that challenged the old cliché: “Winners never quit.” Apparently, winners do quit. They quit doing stupid things. I like that much better. Because let’s be honest. I have yet to meet a person who has never not done anything stupid. Winners included. […]

A Stormy Summer

It has been a very stormy summer. I just got yet another weather alert telling me it may start raining shortly, which feels less like a forecast at this point and more like a personal threat. We’ve had the rain. The thunder. The lightning. A giant tree in […]

The Handrail Is Lonely

I’ve noticed something at train stations. Nobody uses the handrails anymore. Up the stairs. Down the stairs. Everyone is gripping their phones, their coffee, their bags, their existential dread. But the handrail? Absolutely not. I assume this is a lingering COVID-era thing. We spent two years being told […]

Not everything is a battle

What’s a thing you wish schools actually taught? I sometimes wish schools taught common sense the way they teach calculus. Not just facts, but strategy for living. The kind you usually learn the hard way, mid-conversation, mid-conflict, mid “I should have handled that differently.” One of the best […]

A surprisingly heavy echo

I’m still deleting emails. It hasn’t gotten old yet. This quiet excavation of a life lived in subject lines and timestamps. Somewhere between “no longer relevant” and “why did I save this,” I keep brushing up against memory. Not the dramatic kind. The soft, ambient kind that hums […]