Once upon a time, I went to volleyball camp. This may come as a surprise, since most of you know me well enough to know that I am not athletic. That is true! And it
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2021: The Mary Oliver Year
Hello and welcome to our annual “It’s ok to be chill about the New Year” PSA. Every year, the January Crazy Train comes charging through the station right after the holidays end. It’s the one
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Last year/this year/next year in Green Bay
Green and gold grandmas and greasy-haired uncles and moms with sparkly cheesehead helmets. Packers attire from Walmart, from thrift stores, from 1998. The $64-a-night Bay Motel, complete with breakfast coupons from the motel diner and
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Everything that matters will last
Apparently I need regular train rides to make any progress here. Related: I really miss my bagel routine. In other news, it’s officially summer—and, obviously, a summer unlike any other. When the world isn’t burning
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… and you still have permission to press pause
I wasn’t expecting to press pause for a month after my last post. I also wasn’t expecting a pandemic, but here we are! 2020 feels like an alternate reality, doesn’t it? Like we’ve been dropped
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You have permission to press pause
One year and 30-ish trips later, I’ve learned some things about commuting to NYC: How to get up at 4am every other Tuesday How to not get trampled in Penn Station How to avoid permanent
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The January List
Question for the group: What are your feelings about January 2020? I’ve talked to a bunch of people about this and it seems like January set a certain kind of tone. A strong tone. Like,
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I’m just here for the bagels
I love mornings. And I hate waking up early. Like, truly loathe it. Anything that starts with a 5? Nope. Not happening. I’ve spent years trying to wake up at 6am to write or read
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On being a little more present
Sometimes I love nearly everything about life. A few examples from yesterday: The wrinkles on my dad’s head that can clearly be seen through his wispy white-red hair The absurd five-alarm-fire sound of the telephone