I don’t know if there’s one typical way to grow up, but I’m sometimes told by the people closest to me that I grew up in pretty unusual circumstances. I wrote about it at more length in earlier essays (for example, this one), but the short version is that in the 90s, » Read more
I’ve been spending a lot of time exhausted lately. Not tired. Not fatigued. But utterly exhausted.
That’s life when your partner accepts their dream job 1000 miles away and you’re unexpectedly trying to prep your house for sale with only about a month to work with. Especially when you throw in other things, » Read more
When a Planner Can’t Plan
I’d been dreading telling my friends that I’m moving to Texas.
I can still vividly remember how hard it was for all my friends back in Maine eight years ago, the news that I was moving to Ohio. The hardest part of moving back then had been saying goodbye. » Read more
A while back, I wrote an essay called “It’s Easy to Convince Yourself That an Opportunity Has Passed Forever, But That Doesn’t Mean You’re Right.”
In that piece, I talk about how I’d ask for science toys for Christmas, but my mother would shake her head. She’d say, “You’ll blow up the house.” » Read more
On my city bus ride into campus this morning, I was sitting in front of a British man and his female co-worker, a native Ohioan, one of the locals. Listening to him ask her questions about the area, it brought me back to the first months that I spent here, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of things to do nearby. » Read more
Me: Sometimes I feel like I’m way out on a branch, and I feel the wind blow, and at any moment the branch could break, and I’d fall.
Skyspook: Or fly.
“What brought you to Ohio?”
The honest answers always sound crazy. Desperation, loneliness, a sense of impending doom, » Read more