I’m writing this on the road south from San Sebastián. I’m wearing jeans that button all the way up, though right now the top button is undone, because in the hour before leaving this goodie bag of a city — small, cheap joys on every corner, wrapped up in a bright cerulean bay — I left no taste untasted. That’s...
I am behind on things that I, if not the U.S. government, recognize as entirely arbitrary. My tax returns. (I filed for an extension though, don’t you worry!) Getting my gallery wall framed and up in my new house. (More on that in a second.) Writing and posting this Q1 2022 goals check-in. I’m embracing being behind. It’s the Spanish...
I know January 1st is arbitrary. I know it. I know nothing changes when the ball drops on the 31st and the clock ticks forward into a new day, into a new year. But then I hear myself talking to a friend and saying, “Yes, I spent four months of this year in New York,” and have to correct myself:...