There are people who cry at weddings. People who cry at movies. People who cry at tax season. I cry at dog stories. A heroic dog.A rescued dog.A dog reunited with its human.A dog wearing a tiny raincoat. I am emotionally available for all of it. So when […]
What advice would you give to your teenage self? If I could sit across from my teenage self (probably on a twin bed with mismatched sheets, dramatic sighs, and a notebook full of Very Important Feelings) I wouldn’t tell her to change who she was. I liked her.She […]
Somewhere along the evolutionary timeline, humans went from inventing tools to naming them. Not in a practical way. Not in a “this is my truck, Bessie” kind of way. No. We are now giving delivery robots faces, personalities, and apparently emotional backstories. Little sidewalk robots are trundling around […]
This weekend I began spring cleaning, not because I am virtuous or organized or suddenly one of those people who labels their spices. No. I started cleaning because my brain was full. Overfull. Like a Manhattan closet. Like my inbox. Like my emotional support tote bag that contains […]
I recently stumbled across a quote from Pablo Picasso that stopped me mid-scroll. “It takes a long time to become young.” And I thought that’s supremely accurate. Because I feel younger now than I did when I was actually young. When I was younger, I was busy being […]
There are people who think dogs are chaotic creatures. Loud, needy, impulsive. Agents of fur and entropy. Those people have clearly never noticed how dogs build rituals. Not routines. Rituals. Sacred, non-negotiable emotional appointments with their human. Mine have three. My middle dog who is my resident curmudgeon, […]
Lately the news has felt like a slow drumbeat of mortality. You see familiar faces. People you grew up watching, people who seemed woven into the background of your life and suddenly their names are trending next to words like illness, cancer, ALS, loss. You see names like […]
There is a very specific kind of boredom that only arrives after 11 p.m. It’s not the energetic boredom of a Sunday afternoon where you might reorganize a drawer or text someone you shouldn’t. No. This is the dimly lit, slightly sticky boredom of someone who has already […]
New York City is many things at 2:30 a.m. Romantic if you’re in love. Philosophical if you’re walking home alone. Regret-adjacent if you’ve just eaten pizza you didn’t need. But every once in a while, it turns cinematic. A few nights ago, a man apparently launched himself into […]
I’ve been watching How to Get to Heaven from Belfast, and it has that very particular flavor of humor I can only describe as Catholic-adjacent existential mischief. You know the tone.Someone dies.Someone lies.Someone pours tea.Someone says something so inappropriate you laugh and then immediately wonder if you’re going […]
