There’s a song called “Night School” on Rosanne Cash’s new album, and I’ve been listening to it (and its cohorts) on the drive between Fort Wayne and Huntington, where I am teaching (you guessed it) a couple of night classes here at the beginning of the summer. In a lot of ways, these are perfect […]
One time Alexis called Luke’s mind a “mangled circuitry” and I’ve been calling mine that ever since.
This is not a revolution. It isn’t an identity crisis, either. I don’t know what it is. Last month, I started running. Well, I called it running, but it is more like jogging. Actually, it is whatever is slower than jogging and more sloppy-looking than walking. I can walk like a champion. I have long […]
It’s so comfortable here. The cat is snuggled length-wise against my leg. Fat raindrops thump against the skylight. The alarm on my phone is buzzing. It’s nine a.m. on a Monday. All my friends are already at work, and I should get up. The NyQuil is still wearing off, though, and I could drift in […]
This has been another weird year, and today was no exception. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about Joan Didion and what she gives me and how I rely on her for support. In my late teens and early twenties, I lost my footing intellectually and emotionally pretty much every day, and Joan Didion got […]
Several weeks ago, I hurt my back. I had been experiencing some minor pain in oneÂ particularÂ place in my backÂ for most of the summer, but I just got out of the shower one day and was suddenly immobile. The source is still mostly unknown. I suffered for a few days (aided by a leftover bottle of […]