Check your privilege

My dad taught me chess when I was six years old. I learned on one of those huge wooden boards you could pluck from the bottom shelves of National Bookstore’s ever-baffling children’s games section. You know the ones: cream and green squares painted on either side of a hinged case Read more…

Relationships as work

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the spaces that people occupy in each other’s lives. Relationships are hard work. This is true in that the most enduring ties are built on daily decisions to maintain them. The metaphor shouldn’t stretch to the point of relationships being toil, the work Read more…