I keep thinking about a recent essay in Popula by Danuta Hinc, “Beneath the Black Rocks,” where she writes about her mother’s death — and how she just left. I think of the underground mountain, how it expands towards the center of the earth, how it pushes deep into the waves towards the horizon, andContinue reading “iGoodbye”
Musings on the performance of parenthood on Instagram.
On communication, introversion, and being underwhelming in person.
Three bursts of pandemic poetry, courtesy of word magnets.
Lately, though, I miss just blogging. Typing. Not for readers, not for followers, not for anyone. Just writing for me.
For 2019, a new list of random things I like, inspired by my One List a Day journal.
Musings on blogging and gardening.
Musings on the power of the cursor.
After reading “My Family’s Slave,” Alex Tizon’s story in the Atlantic, my mind has been a cauldron.
As I prepare for my company’s annual meetup, I revisit my past flash talks and (not surprisingly) amass a list of abandoned topics for my next one.