I’d known about The Inner Game of Tennis for over a decade without ever reading it. “It’ll help your game, but also, like, with your life,” various people gushed as they recommended it to me over the years.  A recent shelter-in-place Saturday: We hit the courts and I played the way I had since college: … Continue reading Notes on Inner Game of Tennis + writing challenges →

For the first time in decades, I’ve been thinking about my mother’s one bedtime story.  “Tell me a story,” I’d beg, feverish or jumpy or bored or about to drift off in the backseat of our Camry. My dad’s stories were full of all sorts of escapades. His characters (little girls like me) got into … Continue reading a recipe for comfort →

what I read and how I felt about it

why it's impossible to relax

What does it look like when a good memory pretends to forget?

on always feeling like I'm in a rush

what people get wrong when visiting museums

on working at a teeny museum in London (and what it taught me about history)

why you should always pick a haircut place that's far away