"Oh, here is the rest of my life."
Everyone told us—and told us and told us—marriage is hard work, and compromise, and more work. Abandon all hope, ye who enter. Well, it’s not true.“They say...
"Because we have, and they have not"
Here is how I spent my last week of work before we closed the salon: telling one of my favorite coworkers that one of their closest friends is a rapist, and...
"Dear Forgiveness"
Sunday marked 13 days indoors. It was also the second day that I woke up with a level of anxiety that normally takes me several hours of consciousness to...
"Forget it, Jughead... it's quarantine"
Have you read my favorite post about Riverdale? Here it is. You should read it too, if you don’t mind spoilers. It’s a perfectly straightforward list of plot...
"Guarding my face"
Darnielle: I ask survivors when they come up to me at the merch line, “has your abuser died yet?” And they will say, “no” and I will say, “I want you to be...
"Or on the surface of a river or all over a building"
Jenny Holzer, 1980, hand-painted, enamel on metalI love the kind of phrase that sticks with you, becomes disembodied from its original context and takes on...
"You don't get to rehearse"
I’ve been talking (and writing) a big game about how this is one of those moments in history where everything changes, down to the smallest elements of the...
"And over goes the tiller once again"
A play I think about a lot is “Copenhagen,” by Michael Frayn. Apparently it has won some awards, including a Tony. Despite this, I don’t know if it’s a good...
"Bucket lists can wait"
I was hoping to get top surgery this year. In the grand scheme of things, I know, that isn’t such a big deal. I didn’t have the money to get it before...
"Hope is in helping others"
The other day one of my in-laws asked me if I ever miss journalism. “Not at times like these,” I said, which was the truth if only in a limited sense. I...
Ten that toil where one reposes
One of the absolute worst-case scenarios here is that the pandemic plays out however it inevitably will and then we all go back to the normal we thought of...
"3 DAYS TIL SPRING"
“FIRE PLACES ARE BURNING”“How are you doing?” my husband asked me a few nights ago, after it was clear that we would probably be staying inside for a few...
How do you know when it’s the last good day?
At least two people, totally independently of each other, have made me think about the question of how, or even if, you can know when it’s the last good day....
just tweeting through it
A livid sky on London, Crowley thought, And I knew the end was near. Who had written that? Chesterton, wasn't it? The only poet in the twentieth century to...