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David
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Let me start with the thing nobody on the left wants to admit, because admitting it means owning part of the catastrophe we're currently living through. The Democrats did this. Not entirely, not exclusively, and most probably, not...
Let me start with the thing nobody on the left wants to admit, because admitting it means owning part of the catastrophe we're currently living through. The Democrats did this. Not entirely, not exclusively, and most probably, not...
If you do not know how to ask the right question, you discover nothing. –W. Edwards Deming We're taught early that progress comes from having good answers. That smart people solve problems. That the world moves forward by identifying...
I Can't Seem to Let The Graystones (and a Few Others) Go. And Why They Matter More Than Ever The internet used to be... (name your sunshine) ...✨ ...💜 ...fun ...useful ...inspiring ...liberating ...connecting …collaborative...
This post is excerpted from a letter to my daughter on her 18th birthday. What does a dad say to his beloved daughter on her 18th birthday? He probably starts with the obvious by wishing her a Happy Birthday. Not exactly groundbreaking,...
In fragile hierarchies, the sharpest blades are often polished with concerned empathy. I recently came across a fascinating series of studies about women who disguise negative gossip as concern. Instead of hearing, "Sophie's a mess," you...
i. the forging (2020) In the early days of January 2020, I was helping my daughter pack for her semester abroad. It's what we do. She goes, I help get her ready to go. It's my way of staying close while saying goodbye. The winter break...
We've been chasing the wrong thing for a long time. For centuries we've built our entire civilization around love — the songs, the movies, the holidays, the grand gestures, the heartbreak, the drama. Love gets worshipped. Love gets...
Lately I've been thinking about people—their motivations, how we read them, what they do and don't do, what they say and leave unsaid. I don't have a finished theory, but I'm noticing patterns worth exploring. Careful observation gives...
A few bright spots from 2025. Last summer I posted a short piece called There’s A Crack In Everything, That’s How the Light Gets In. It came out of a period of cultural vertigo, blaring headlines, dissolving norms—and my stubborn refusal...
Somewhere in the past decade or two (pick your own cultural ruin-marker), it stopped being a side quirk that people don't listen and became a full-blown civic emergency, an extinction-level collapse of attention, curiosity, and the basic...
Sometimes the mind underlines things before you know why. You jot down a quote, a song lyric, something someone said, something that strikes you as important, then another, then another, and before you realize it you’re keeping a private...
The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages. -Virginia Woolf Woolf meant this as a warning. A century later, I can’t help but wonder if those same eyes might be the only thing that could set us free. Last week I posted the...
On May 20, 1999, just after five in the morning, my daughter was born. If you've been in that room, you know. Reality splits clean in two. Awe, terror, love, relief, all of it flooding in at once. The room erupting with her furious...
Some mornings the mirror is a customs agent. Papers, please. I present a face I didn't consciously choose and a biography I didn't audition for. Born into a longitude, assigned to a specific moment in history, stamped by the weather of a...