Category: Musings

Somewhere in the last few years, without deciding to, I stopped being a texter. I’ll type out a message, look at it, and instead of hitting send, I’ll just call. It’s faster, I tell myself. It’s more honest. It’s done in three minutes instead of stretched out over forty. I didn’t used to be...

I buy my snacks at the grocery store now, not the concession stand. It’s a small thing, but it’s the first sign that this has become a routine rather than an outing — you don’t optimize for cost and convenience on a special occasion. You do it when something has become ordinary. Ordinary in...