Old news, new news
Brace yourself. I come to you bearing no new news.
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We’ve done it before and we can do it again
Today’s blog post is sponsored by the known unknowns. We tried to get a sponsorship from the unknown unknowns, but they never responded.
Scared into solidarity
So you’re scared. I have good news, whether or not you want to hear it: you are not scared to death.
Unspoken
These are, as they say, the times that try men’s souls. And women’s. And congresspersons’. And wombats’. And the soul of language itself.
Guest post: Gratitude
Gratitude: being more aware, and therefore more thankful, of what you have than what you lack.
A litany of love
When we are afraid, may we be turned into love. When we are excruciatingly squirrelly, may we be turned into love. When the urge to dance to Pitbull’s song about coronavirus overcomes us,* may we be turned into love.
Holey week
They say things are getting worse. They say things are going to get better, maybe even better than the “better” they said before. But none of them or us has the final say.
It’s still Friday
“Happy Friday.” It feels almost sacrilegious to say it. But I’m convinced the real sacrilege right now is not to say it.
The Lucinda cha-cha
Call the New York Times. I have a hot news tip. It seems not every day is going to be the same.