I’m so excited to share that a piece I’ve had on my heart starting around last April in anticipating this year’s World Cup has been published in The New Yorker. You can find it here.
My second piece in The New Yorker is up. Thanks, as always, for reading.
"But what a strange and sad thing life is, isn't it? We have to face the fact that nothing we are able to touch is the real consistency we are searching for, while what does seem to us to be the real consistency of the world we are unable to touch. Beati qui non...
I wrote this as a note to myself last year. Published this year on Father's Day weekend on Modern Loss.
I’m always so pleased to see a post of yours appear in my feed. I’ve been reading your blog since 2010 and think I have only commented a couple of times. Your posts often resonate with me and especially this one. I’m from the UK, and football… not soccer! 😉 is a massive part of our culture. I’m not a massive fan and just watched the England matches in this year’s World Cup.
I was very moved by your sentiment “I wish there were some kind of stoppage time in life to add back what you’ve lost at the end—all the injuries, arguments, and close calls.”