On survival, and enough.

It’s two-thirty in the morning. I’d like to be sleeping. Instead, I’m propped up on a corner of the sofa, … More

OH: Truer Words

“How was Long Island?” “It was picturesque, like a postcard. No one was screaming. There was very little garbage.”

The Netherlands has accepted our residence applications, so I can stop worrying about those one-way plane tickets or the non-refundable … More

Part of moving to another continent requires violently attacking your nostalgia, because you (read: I) don’t want to pay cash money to ship … More

Last week, my lucky spouse got to take a trip to the local city clerk’s office — jackpot! — to … More

Thank you thank you thank you for the many thoughtful comments on “The Internet: IT’S MADE OF PEOPLE.” I’ve not … More