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
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On buying a couch
Somehow, it’s almost the end of fall. Or at least the end of the three-month block I labeled as fall. There were more than a few things on my original Fall List that fell to
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On sneaky habits and small changes
Penn Station at 8:30am on a weekday is a little bit like a mall on Black Friday. Not even a mall. It’s like Walmart at midnight on Black Friday back in the Tickle Me Elmo