I’ve written before about my undying love of typewriters. The *clickety-clack* of the keys, the smell of the ink, the feeling of the machine under your hands… I even love the inevitable ink smudges you get on your fingers from pulling the paper off the drum too fast.
I have two kids and, if I’m being honest, I’m tired all the time.
I’m not much of a morning person. I like the concept of mornings, “a new day filled with new opportunities,” but as a sleep-deprived parent working too many jobs I have a habit of starting my day in all the wrong ways. Why do things the right way when doing...
This is a collection of thoughts that started formulating in my head towards the end of the last year. With everything that has happened recently—global pandemic, political violence, racial injustice, tiger king—I’ve been feeling a fair amount of anxiety over the world we are leaving for our children.
