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I understand from Jane Austen that folks used to sit in their parlors at leisure, working at some needlework, entertaining the family and house guests with music, perhaps playing a game of whist with friends, or sitting idly with a book in hand. How quaint. How pastoral. How early nineteenth

I was writing an email the other day, and I opted to forgo the traditional “Dear [Name]” greeting, thinking to myself (and my addressee), Isn’t that what the “To:” field is for? It is not that I wanted to eschew convention; instead I longed to find something appropriate for

It started with a grocery list, on one of those long notepads made for the purpose. I set out to secure some food and sundry items from two stores, so I folded the long sheet in half and wrote my notes accordingly: one side this store; this side the other.

For the past few weeks I’ve been attempting to discover the name of a book I once held in my hands, was interested in, but failed to purchase. I know it concerns mathematics. I know it has a black cover. I know I saw it on a table at

There are some things about me in my forties that I absolutely would not have expected of myself in previous decades. Getting a good deal of joy from drawing clouds and the daily weather on our refrigerator whiteboard ranks high among them. Each day I get up, feed and let

As host parents to a foreign exchange student this year, my wife and I are being exposed to an aspect of American life we had thought was solidly in our rearviews. Seeing it again through a new lens, I have some thoughts about schooling and high school life here in

As a runner I tend to perk my ears up when I hear of other runners in the news. Yesterday I learned of a thirty-nine year old Eden Prairie, Minnesota, man who went out for his morning run and never came back. As of this writing, no foul play is

I’m finding it easy to be bogged down by the shit show of the world. And while all that is certainly a significant and vitally important part of our daily experience, it’s not everything. Not everything is shit. Not everyone is a shithead. Not everything is going to

So in the course of my not-writing blog posts, my wife and I decided to host a foreign exchange student. This is something we had talked about for a long time, but life always seemed to get in the way of our actually doing of it. We’ve realized, however,

Sometimes you hold onto something from pure, unexamined momentum and thus limit your ability to function and engage with others as you’d like. That’s been the case with me and blogging these past months. I had an idea I wanted to develop into a series of posts, didn’