Here’s what I know about Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night: It’s a comedy. Shakespeare is messing around with what happens when love and power crisscross. There’s a woman named Olivia who is independent and also powerful but it sounds like these traits are hers because her dad and brother died. Also, twins are shipwrecked. I’m not sure if the twins are related… View Post

I’m in line at the grocery store, and there is a brand new baby screaming while the dad pays for his groceries. The cry is one of an infant, the one that breaks a parent’s heart, but sends the rest of us into a state of ecstasy. Brand new life! Oh, what a lovey noise that is, we all think…. View Post

I don’t know if it was my first introduction to David Sedaris, but the most memorable moment of experiencing his storytelling powers was listening to him read, “Santaland Diaries,” on our way from Maryland to Michigan. I was so captivated and entertained by Sedaris’ hilarious, awkward, and vulnerable observations that when we found ourselves with a flat tire, and Jesse… View Post

An admired writer recently gave out some news: there are only a certain amount of cute kid stories one ought to write. I did not receive the news directly, so I don’t know context and the like, but I was asked to comment, and I am thinking about what to say when Hadley comes downstairs on a break from school… View Post

There is a partially wrapped English cucumber on our brand new couch. The couch that we purchased for our brand new living room, where, every Saturday and Sunday mornings I joyfully sit next to Jesse – he drinking tea, I drinking coffee, both of us reading books – real, paper books – and every so often we share a line… View Post