Before you read my article, or after you decide it’s trash, I invite you to the first 32 minutes of this talk at Yale University by Vladmir Pozner. I watched it after I wrote this, and in the four days since I did, the view numbers have gone up by…

Okay, I don’t think I need to tell anyone this, but just in case, here it is, a clear FYI about how much our purchase power matters. Let me build it brick-by-brick via a reflection on the last 20 years traveling to Italy on repeat occasions. This post is designed…

As a 46 year-old expat who’s lived outside for 12 years, I have designed my life in order for the world to get larger and larger. Something in my nature not only detests a small, insular world, but is also made ill by it. Lately, with the COVID measures, and…

This stream of consciousness originates from the musings section of my website. I wrote it in 2014 when observing my cat, Pasha. Was looking at my cat’s fur, as I do often How perfectly it grows Most people think about how annoying its shedding is I guess I like to…

So today I was sitting in the tub and realized that the spectrum I’d always envisioned, of capitalism being on the extreme end of a line wasn’t really a linear spectrum after all. Suddenly, before my mind’s eye, this line turned into a circle, with the two ends meeting.

This is from my website archives, written on a Swiss train in 2017. You feel sophisticated here just sitting on the train. It’s huge, clean, heavy. It spreads apart the air along buttered tracks. The lines of snow on green fields repeat. Like musical beats. A visual massage as music…

August 5, 2015 (This is from a writing prompt, issued through the Write Yourself Alive workshop that I participated in in August 2015— we were instructed to write a poem without punctuation, then take the words and punctuate them — I have always found the enter key a statement in…

This is from my website archives, written in 2015. You get to an age Where secrets Become natural Nothing personal Just practical Where the mansion Of your life experiences Of your inner world Has expanded so much It can’t possibly be filled By one person You need many friends You need different souls To claim their rooms Yet they never really know The whole place There are some rooms Where words would be lost

This is from my website archives, written in December of 2017. Anxiety drowned Thoughtful laxatives Flushed All the reasons Invented Tested Proven Good girl Good boy Safety standards Outworn It’s not a virus Long, spindly, Leggy DNA Mars rover On the moons Of my mitochondria It’s not For your hypothesis Thick rimmed Spectacles Still blind It’s too obvious When I was born I felt something Forgettable