You can intervene in all kinds of ways—and we do every day—but as far as nature is concerned, it’s a series of one-way streets to a common destination: futility.
Trying to have an honest conversation about privilege and entitlement.
I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, and sometimes all the un-knowing of each other isn’t something I want to hold on a tiny screen in my hand.
I haven’t seen Mr. and Mrs. Eismann in decades, but as soon as they answer the door I am 10 years old again, coming...
Travel helps you see the world through their eyes, for better or worse.
I'm still seeking fatherly advice from beyond the grave.
When you give a fuck about too many things, you can’t focus on giving a fuck only about the things that bring you joy or truly matter. In the same way you tackle your wild sock drawer, you have to systematically go through all the fucks you’re giving, sort them into piles, and throw away the ones sapping your energy for absolutely no good reason.