“It’s less than exhilarating, my existence here. Friends have moved on, to engagements and new cities. My old jobs are positively vintage, inaccessible. What’s left is family and this old house where each creak of the floorboards is familiar.
In a world so full of noise, this kind of quiet feels almost radical.” Continue reading flyover country
The point is, who is actually enriched by crossing items off a list? Travel isn’t about changing pace at great speed. It’s not about how many museum doors you manage to swing through. Continue reading magic in the details: on noticing
I can’t stand advertisements. I don’t like being told what to tell my doctor. I roll my eyes at deus ex machina plot lines and groan at laugh tracks. I am a TV cynic. It’s nothing noble. It’s just that I would really really really rather read. I am grateful that my parents encouraged the habit. From the age of seven, when I stammered out … Continue reading la culture populaire for the couch potato: lessons in french tv
When making a questionable decision, it is always reassuring to have an innocent friend to drag along with you. After several days of glumly searching On Va Sortir (a French website for platonic meet-ups), I decided it was time to act. Over dinner one evening, I showed the website to my friend Rémi. Like me, he was immediately skeptical. “It gets worse,” I said. I read … Continue reading group date on the DL: adventures in digital friendship, pt ii
I am a woman conflicted. Part of me frets to be fashionable. I like the way I look, but sometimes it isn’t enough. Je me critique. I need to try harder, spend more money, spend more time. Then I remember–all I can afford right now is a stream of espresso. The espresso buys me something more valuable: space to write. Hours and pages to fill. … Continue reading no more material girl: on prioritizing passion