Just another showdown.

You know how in cop shows they never stop and take a moment? We’re having a giant fight about how I’m too close to this case and also (subtext!) how we shouldn’t have slept together and now I’m flipping my hair and marching into the...

The pink door.

My very favorite place to think about that jumbled thing that is culture is at the Playground. It’s been nearly a year since we found the space, and in that time I have watched it transform from a tiny, sweet thing in my head and heart into the most amazing...

A sandwich, a magic wand, desire, yes-but.

Me: I wanna sandwich! Sandwich! Inquisitive and loving me, who might also be a fairy godmother: That seems like a reasonable thing to want. If I could wave my magic wand and get you one this very instant, would you take it? Me: Yes! But I want it with pickles. And...

Imaginary bike racks.

I have a lot of ideas. Cough! Understatement! I don’t want to say “too many ideas”, because what’s that? But definitely more than I or anyone else can comfortably handle. They pile up. And you know how I feel about piles. So I’ve been...

Freedom and more freedom.

I’ve got freedom on the brain right now, because of pesach starting tonight. It’s an odd, crazy, wonderful holiday. We burn things and fold things and hide things and scrub things. And dip them. But mostly there’s a lot of thinking about freedom,...
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