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Two words I hate: “amazing,” and “stressful.” In themselves, they are inoffensive, but their present cultural ubiquity has made them hateful, like the Ugg boot or the shape of modern two-door sedans.
So you’ll understand that it’s no light statement for me to tell you that today was amazingly stressful. Read more
An insurance salesman talks about metronomes, friendship, and reasons not to be a rock star. Read more
Not five minutes into the drive home and I begin to scream.
An artist talks about fatherhood, spiritual darkness, and how to snow a college graduation committee. Read more
The side of the family with whom we’re spending this week is the side I don’t know well. I’ll be seeing for the first time in fifteen or more years certain cousins whom I used, as I child, to regard in fascinated horror.
In the fall of 2008, I was sitting on a bench in Beach Street park, spilling my guts to a cool girl that I hardly knew.