Reflections
Reflections are the more immediate pieces: responses, reactions, takes, and small records of attention. They usually begin with something specific—a book, an article, a song, a line of dialogue, a family moment, a cultural irritation, an object on the table, a thought that arrives and refuses to leave.
They may still think hard. They may still wander into larger questions. But, they are less interested in building an argument than in staying close to the occasion that started them. A Reflection doesn’t need to prove a whole theory of the world. It just needs to notice something clearly enough that the noticing becomes worth keeping.
If Explorations are where I test an idea, Reflections are where I register an encounter.
The Podcast I Didn’t Need
A modern kind of trust.
The Ladder at the Edge
I was never interested
The Best X I Never Believed
Marketing writing isn’t real.
Too Tired to Explain Tired
An attempt to explain tiredness versus fatigue.
The Sound of my Son
A special kind of closeness.
The Chair Has Entered its Squeaky Era
Maybe it just needs grease…
My Favorite Genre Is “Yes”
My problem with liked songs.
Fan Fiction for a Newborn
We remembered everything else. I think…
Angry, Grateful, and Still Walking
I’m not done trying.
The Sea Was Never Blue
Yes, they always had it
The Far Side of Almost Nothing
Nearly 50 years of discovery.
The Christa Files
Four more essays about our marriage. She’s winning.
Four Essays, One Dimmer Switch
It gets better.
Three Ways to Lose Control (and why That’s Fine)
Three short pieces on writing and reading.
The Pit, With Running Water
One night of many.
Two Kinds of Pain, Two Kinds of Time
Just some of what she contends with.
The Mug That Kept Coming Back
They just fit.
The Bins…
I’m not going to fight it.
Over, Under, and the Quiet War in the Bathroom
There is a right way…
Normal Speed After Bedtime
Alien gibberish just makes sense.