It’s not that deep, bro. But maybe that’s the point.
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On the Eagles, Voluntary Agony and the Bliss of Not Having to Understand Everything
It’s not that deep, bro. But maybe that’s the point.
Built for glory. Wired for stories. Humbled by revisions.
It’s not that deep, bro. But maybe that’s the point.
Goodbyes, new seats, and the grace of growing.
Finding place at the water’s edge
What she believed then, I believe deeper now.
It turns out I wasn’t done yet.
155 days into the lockdown.
Seven years ago today was the worst day of our lives.
a perfect fall day in Concord
Our short excursion to Boston and Concord from 2016.
alternate title: ice-cream-ful