March, 2026

The chaos is finally — but not totally — starting to fade. In early March we moved back into our house, replete with new floors and a sense of something once-deferred starting to materialize. And then, as things do, the process of becoming tangible contains its own bumps. The kid gets sick. The server catches fire. One reality has been true my entire life, and yet surprises me anew each time: these kinds of things do not happen in isolation. You sit down for dinner on a Sunday thinking about ...