The Chip on My Shoulder

The Chip on My Shoulder

Above: A detail of some of the artwork by Anya Lauchlan in Toys at Night. I once dated an Olympic skier. The relationship was brief, but during that short time I experienced the kind of infatuation we are susceptible to in our youth — the kind that causes you to make...
Somehow, We’ll Make It

Somehow, We’ll Make It

As I write this post, I’m sitting in a donut shop on a sunny day in our neighborhood. Acooling cup of coffee and an empty paper bag are situated on the table next to my iPad. I’ve already scarfed down the jelly donut that was in the bag (Saturday: a day off from...