A Heart That Works

I enjoy the ingredients of Christmas: music, gatherings of friends and family, and ham. But put it all together and draw it out for a whole “season” and I’m

The fatigue of grief is fucking staggering.

I think that most people who say, “Everything happens for a reason,” can fuck off to a frigid cave,

Whenever someone tells me they’re expecting their first baby and they’re nervous, I tell them the following: “Oh my goodness, that’s wonderful. I am so happy for you. Listen, of course you’re nervous but here’s the deal: you’re ready for all the bad stuff. You’ve been very tired before. You’ve been in pain before. You’ve been worried about money be

As far as my relationship to any sort of deity, I take a page from Graham Greene’s The End of the Affair, specifically the last page, where a grieving Maurice Bendrix states after the death of his love, Sarah, “I hate you, God. I hate you as though you existed.”

I’m not exactly in the sunset of my life, but I have definitely eaten lunch.