My father's death liberated something in me. Words I had long choked down finally flowed freely.
My writing this past year has been an attempt to better understand the lonely, big-hearted enigma that was my father.
Here are 5 of my favorite pieces: https://t.co/Jye3gkFQYl
THE BATTLE OF PEE HILL
A pale mob lays siege on a foreign city, armored in sunscreen and weaponizing the exchange rate.
My second dispatch from Colombia
https://t.co/8E8AKJzMaC
I wrote about seeing Fernando Botero’s fat paintings and his rotund vision of the world in the age of Ozempic when skinny is making a whispery comeback.
https://t.co/yedg4XmKwm
My review of Innocence, a contemporary opera that deftly handles the raw material of a school shooting with tremendous skill and care.
Despite the known premise, it came with gasp-worthy twists, including one that no one saw coming when the curtains dropped...
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Wrote about Big Sur California, my brother's radicalization, getting extremely lost, and how the world resets every time we camp together. https://t.co/bYNcWi2GkY
i wrote about entering a new stage in the grieving process.
i thought i had a handle on grief bc i turned it into a beautiful, if tragic, story. but then it all unraveled on a wintry afternoon in late November.
https://t.co/pvITMQ3yLY
wrote about getting extremely lost in the burned-out woods on mushrooms, my brother's radicalization, and how the world resets every time we camp, for good (grounding) and bad (COVID-19).
https://t.co/bYNcWi2GkY
Wrote about Big Sur California, my brother's radicalization, getting extremely lost, and how the world resets every time we camp together. https://t.co/bYNcWi2GkY
"It was strange to laugh as my father lay dying, but that’s what happened."
Today marks the two-year anniversary of my dad's death. I published a brief rumination from his bedside and the eulogy I wrote and delivered days later.
Happy April Fool's Day. https://t.co/YcTuy5SWLJ
i wrote about entering a new stage in the grieving process.
i thought i had a handle on grief bc i turned it into a beautiful, if tragic, story. but then it all unraveled on a wintry afternoon in late November.
https://t.co/pvITMQ3yLY
"Maybe all we do is frustrate," Star said. "Give someone one more day with their daughter or their dad.
"But if you lost your dad, or you lost your daughter, you'd give anything to have one more day. And that’s what we can do.”
My latest for Slate
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I am slowly waging war on my super with the help of a Midtown hardware story. First, a thermometer for proof our apartment is actually freezing. Second, a shovel to dig out our car after he flatly refused to let us borrow his.
“Now, the flex is showing up fresh at 9am after a late night, with no data to explain how you did it. It’s a form of biological arrogance.”
On wellness anarchy https://t.co/wd6plRxJM9