Everything has a counterpart.

I’ve been on a mission to find one thing in each day and make it slightly less sucky. Not big, meaningful, important things. It’s more like finding some small bit that’s grating or jangling. And then removing it. Replacing, rewriting, adjusting,...

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...

Ten Times Why.

Why is such a tricky question. Maybe even the trickiest. There are times when it is so completely not useful to ask why. The resistance-filled why, which takes me into self-interrogation and blame. But there is also the helpful why. The one that is loving, curious and...

The second time I got fired.

The thing about memory is that it can be so tricky, as we know. It rewrites itself in mysterious ways. In the wormholes. And every so often I set off on another internal investigation, only to discover that I am, yet again, wrong about so many things. That second time...
The Fluent Self