Years ago, Barack Obama cracked a joke that’s stayed with me. He said something like: “we all need somebody who keeps us hungry and humble – Michelle does that for me.” I think about this often, the qualities of being hungry and humble, particularly after I’ve suffered some humiliation. Yesterday morning, it snowed. On my walk to…
We are four episodes in to Making a Murderer, and I am: Sad that I have a job so I can’t stay up all night watching it Enjoying how good the documentary filmmakers who made this are at their jobs Wondering if I should have been a criminal lawyer (To be fair, the legal career…
Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’ve “let myself go” a bit. I’ll catch my reflection and notice that my shirt is covered with dog hair, or that my hair is straggly – and not in a cute, beach-y way, but in a messy, “I’ve given up, life!” way. Part of this is the holidays: the…
The other night, my sister said something I liked. We’d been talking about someone’s divorce (I know, I know). The split, like all splits, is sad: at one point, the couple was in love. But we weren’t surprised: at the end, it didn’t seem like the couple enjoyed spending time together. So we talked about…
