Film, Television, Joy, Essays, and (Attempted) Humor
After a long day, I get home and feel grimy. The early spring temperature had climbed from cold to cool to warm, and the air was moist. “Moist.” Not a word that many people like. It’s cloying sound matches my sensation of clinging dampness. I want to change my clothes…
There is a lot to talk about these days. Not much of it seems simple or good.
I ate lunch this week with people who did not know each other well. We talked about how easy it is to get lost on a college campus, where buildings and paths often…
