My youngest child, Sophie, takes after her big sister. She loves to draw. White printer paper and a pencil. That’s what she needs, and it will keep her happy for a good long while.
All tagged in writing
The type of woman that wears lipstick
Whenever we move, I always have this idea that when we get to wherever we are going, I'll turn myself into the type of woman that wears lipstick.
A Quiet Place: Sound and silence
As I headed out to my car last night after the end credits rolled for A Quiet Place, I was hyperaware of the silence. I noticed every step I took, the slamming of my car door, the wind moving the bare branches. I got home and the door to my daughter's room creaked as I opened it to tuck her in before I went to bed—I died. I shuffled papers on the counter—I died.
I even took a nap: an essay on darkness, suffering and beauty
As soon as I woke up, nearly naked, I immediately closed my eyes in defeat and remembered the night before. I had intentionally tried to draw blood. I was antagonistic and aggressive and mean. I had meant to initiate sex, thus why I was naked, but I was tired and annoyed for a reason I can't explain; so I initiated a fight instead.
Justin Timberlake's new album reminded me how hard it is to create stuff
Last month, Justin Timberlake released a new album titled Man of the Woods that got quite the gamut of negative reviews.
Instagram is the worst (or: I'm often at my worst when on Instagram)
My fingers hover over Reese Witherspoon's face. I hesitate for a second, but I end up clicking on the little square. It was never really in doubt that I would.
The bathroom reader
It was a normal Sunday in October. The 22nd, to be exact. It was gorgeous out, which is to be expected in October. It's the month of perfect weather. I know adults shouldn't have favorite colors and months and numbers, but mine are as follows: green, 8, October. Evelyn and I both share green and, true to stereotype, Sophie loves pink and Theo's favorite hue is blue…
TV Review: "The Leftovers" Series Finale
The season finale of The Leftovers was poetic and simple and beautiful. I have not always loved certain elements of this show, namely the afterlife episodes, but I see now, after it's all over, what I think the creators and writers were trying to convey: that there are some things we just can't know, that we all are fighting ourselves internally to some extent, that conflicting and confusing and dueling desires rage within us all. That that is what it is to be human…