My car was stolen for the second time this year, and now, our time together is over. Here, I write to process the grief.
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My shower curtain is beautiful and takes care of my weird self in ways that are meaningful to me.
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Voting in America is a right and a duty that increasingly feels like a privilege. My completed ballot will reflect a desire to change that trend.
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Ten years ago today, I got in my Honda Civic to start a 3,140-mile drive to a new home and a new life.
Read More...Years ago I wanted to see a mountain while working from home. The one now facing me, facing you, is invisible but enormous.
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There’s nothing like listening to “September Fifteenth” and remembering being on the road to becoming me — in the driver’s seat, not a passenger.
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“Leave No Trace” is the best movie I’ve seen in months and belies its title by leaving a substantial part of itself with the viewer.
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Published February 12, 2018
Earlier this month, I reconnected with a good friend from college. Conversation soon turned to movies, and she recommended “Housekeeping” (1987). Directed by Bill Forsyth, it is based on Marilynne Robinson’s 1981 novel. If you watch it in a mood similar to mine when I saw it a couple of weeks ago, you might be taken aback by the use of the word “comedy” in the opening of Vincent Canby’s November 1987 review for The New York Times. Taken in full, the description “haunting comedy” feels closer to the mark.