And till the end you’re my very best friendRead more
Operating an assisted living facility for a parent with Alzheimer’s while running a solo business, setting up a home, caring for two troubled and precious kids… You feel insane. But you’re okay.
The trifecta of fuckeryRead more
I arrive here in quite a moment. It’s a horrible and vulnerable moment. It’s a moment of huge growth, deep transformation, and supreme mental fuckery. It’s a liminal moment. Liminal means: In between. I’m in between many things.
Stuff and stuffRead more
It’s easy to be overwhelmed when you’re surrounded, as I am at home, by stuff. Small stuff. Big stuff. All mixed in. Take any container of any size, and fill it with random toy-bits. Put that somewhere. A kind friend gives you more toys. Give ’em to the kids. They explode into a billion plastic pieces. […]
Yes. Facebook.Read more
You may have seen it on Facebook. You know. I work there now! It’s been hard to parse the events of the last six months. But I want to. So. How did it happen? In March, Hot Studio, the design firm where I’d worked for the last six years, was acquired by Facebook. I’d […]
I’ve always loved summertime. It’s especially precious now that we have kids. Rafael and I share the desire to give them that languid feeling of everlasting vacation that we got to experience. Little did we know what our parents were doing as we watched TV and stayed up late and slept in! Probably just doing […]
This is 40Read more
Big day, folks. Four decades on this planet! That’s me. Forty. Thank God I got most of my identity crisis shit done in my late thirties! I am delighted now. I’m the youngest of all of my friends in their forties. (Sorry, guys.) I’m the wise elder of Those Who Have Not Yet Turned Forty. […]
Catching UpRead more
The longer one puts off a task, the bigger it becomes. Especially with writing. How can I tell you what’s transpired in the last five months? Of course, I’ve thought about writing. Late at night, when I don’t feel right, I craft paragraphs in my head. The language in my head-writing, and here on this […]