A bit overdue, but the U.S. Open, along with Serena Williams’ memorable meltdown, is still fresh in our minds. First, thanks to our new friend Pam for suggesting we go to the U.S. Open at all. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on the U.S. Open, Vol. 2”
It’s high time I gave the world an update on Tom and his thoughts. Continue reading “Thom’s Thursday Thoughts on Recent Events”
A lot of the talk recently, and not just in the Ho-Ward household (I haven’t yet changed my name), revolves around babies. Continue reading “Woop Woop”
“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”