I. My parents instilled in me this underlying belief that things would always work out. During periods of depression, I watch this conviction recede from my horizon. The version of myself who…
I love beginnings. I’ve talked about that a lot in the nearly five years that I’ve been writing here. I like rituals surrounding beginnings. However arbitrary the new year might be as…
I spent a weekend in Dallas with two of my favorite people. Sitting in a bar above a ridiculously wonderful restaurant where the waiters carry out their jobs in costume and character,…