When I remember my younger self, I miss my hairline. I miss my waistline. I miss being able to function on four hours’ sleep nightly for days on end. I miss nothing hurting ever. But none of that makes me feel old. I feel old when I notice the culture passing me by. Here are … Read more
I had lunch with my good friend Stephenie yesterday. It embarrasses her when I say nice things about her, so I won’t get too carried away. But I will say that I value her insight and deeply appreciate the candor we share. She and I are walking a lot of the same lines right now. … Read more
This week’s ninth- or tenth-greatest outrage in Western civilization, best I can tell from my feeds, is that Netflix co-founder and chairman Reed Hastings donated $7 million to a super PAC supporting the presidential campaign of Kamala Harris. If you are among the outraged, I have a recommendation for you in the interest of increasing … Read more
The grand tragedy of youth, of course, is that we don’t have the experience and resulting wisdom to fully appreciate it until after we’ve lost it. Then, when the gravity of this notion genuinely begins to hit us, we try to get our favorite young people (typically our children) to understand. Such efforts are futile, … Read more
This is the first blog post I’ve written since May 3 last year. I didn’t know how long the break would be, but I knew I needed it. (Turned out 14 months and change was about right for a halftime.) I started again because there are things I miss writing about. I’ve had things to … Read more