Might be fun, no promises.
“It feels like your wedding was ages ago,” my cousin said on the phone last night.
It does and it doesn’t. We’ve been stumbling back into real life, the first week a blur thanks to jet lag, and now, three weeks in, the muted “oh…” feeling has fully settled in: the realization that, after the wedding, nothing really changes about you or your spouse or your life unless you make it so. Continue reading “Don’t Blink”
On Sunday afternoon, I watched Call Me By Your Name and left the theater weeping.* Not because I left feeling hopeless, but simply nostalgic, for old lessons and old times. Continue reading ““Call Me By Your Name” and the Heartbreak I’ve Never Had”
On Friday afternoon I called to tell my father the good news.
“A full time offer,” he said, “Congratulations.” Continue reading “Big Company”
Last January, on the day of the Women’s March, Tom and I hired a cleaning lady for the first time. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on the Women’s March”
In addition to reading more, I should obviously write more in 2018. Serious thought-provoking stuff about life, of course! But also to be more diligent about Thom’s Thursday Thoughts. As it happens, a large part of this blog’s popularity depends on it. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts around the Holidays”
At the holiday party, a coworker came up to me on the dance floor.
“Isn’t this so much better than contracting?” Continue reading “Job Security”
Back in 2013 I revisited The Great Gatsby for the first time since sophomore year of high school.
The point was to tell the handful of people who read this blog that at twenty-seven, I now had a better grasp of the novel than I did at fifteen. Continue reading “Revisiting some General Resolves à la Jimmy Gatsby”
Today, during a meeting, I looked at my hands and was startled. They looked like hands that belonged to a forty-five old woman who still wore jewelry from her early twenties, before she could afford anything really nice. Continue reading ““Have You Ever Thought About Botox?””
Tom is all about cosiness. And retirement. He works so he can afford to do cosy things both in New York and all around the world. If he were single and on Tinder, I imagine he’d list his interests as “Beer, bitches, and cosiness. In front of a fireplace. Or on a boat.” Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Cosiness”
The summer I turned sixteen, I went to the same film camp as Steven Spielberg’s son. Continue reading “That Time I Went to Film Camp”
