Norman Rockwell, Triple Self Portrait, 1960
“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”
Photo: Sony Picture Classics
On Sunday afternoon, I watched
and left the theater weeping.* Not because I left feeling hopeless, but simply nostalgic, for old lessons and old times. Call Me By Your Name Continue reading ““Call Me By Your Name” and the Heartbreak I’ve Never Had”
My Dining Room John Singer Sargent, 1883-86, Oil on Canvas
On Friday afternoon I called to tell my father the good news.
“A full time offer,” he said, “Congratulations.”
Continue reading “Big Company”
No footage exists of Tom attending a Women’s March. This one will have to do.
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”
A few days before Christmas, Tom thinking about Vikings and such.
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”
Edward Hopper “New York Office”
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”
Woman Reading, Henri Matisse Oil on Canvas 1894
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”
A dozen or so Hail Marys.
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.
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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”