Hi, All. I'm closing in on the end of a long weekend that has passed with an obscene alacrity (as they all do, anymore) and eating compulsively from a can of smoked/salty almonds with which I am now positive I can't be trusted. It feels like this long weekend has been the exact opposite of... Continue Reading →

I used to think myself unique for being a millennial and liking the Carpenters. It was like somehow having older right-wing parents (my father was almost too old to qualify as a Boomer, my mother just three years younger), and harboring the cultural references I was hip to as a result (South Pacific, The Brothers... Continue Reading →

Being a new patron to ContraPoints (since valiant attempts at maintaining nuance and public admissions of human vulnerability delivered while chipping away at a 40 are things I feel deserve my money), I sat in on a live stream for the first time this past Friday. Aside from the fact that Natalie is dreamy and... Continue Reading →

Two nights ago, I went to see Honey Boy in what turned out to be an empty theater. I had absolutely no expectations, being no particular fan of its lead/author, but knowing what tabloids do to people I have always reserved judgment on him. In the end, I was glad the theater was empty, because... Continue Reading →