Ocean

Here’s an interesting phenomenon: as you get older, days spin forward like mad and then, so that you can make sense of it all, they all land...

I want out. It’s a long week-end and I don’t want to lose it all to days that, when I’m working, look remarkably the same. The academic year...

I admit it -- I have slacked. Or, more accurately, I fell asleep at the keyboard. Will you accept my apologies? I could tell you that it was...

Maybe because it is September 3rd (the day I, once long ago, got married), maybe because I yet again began a semester teaching the law of ma...

I think everyone has a category of missing information: things any normal person in their range would know, should know. And yet – there you...

Throughout my entire Polish childhood, September 1st was perhaps the most consequential calendar date of the year. August 31st was quickly f...

I know, I know. Move on. No reason to mope. It’s a beautiful day out there. (remember the first time I took the bike out in April? The trail...

It’s so often like that: a flight of fancy, followed by a calmer reality. This Sunday, it’s as if neither side won, but each made sure to as...

It’s surprising how easy it is to downsize life. I don’t mean just shedding possessions and moving into smaller space (though that, too, is ...

It’s a French word for “full.” It can be a disappointment: the hotel is full; sorry. But I see the warm and fuzzy side: the day is full, th...

The day was a blur. I’ve been nursing a cold (what a ridiculous phrase – nursing a cold – as if I wanted to bring it out in its full glory)...

The glorious beginning. Not for everyone on campus just yet. It’s still mostly empty on Bascom Hill (right outside my office). But slowly th...