Hi again. When Matt and I lived in Washington, D.C, we were often on the road late at night. A few times a year, we’d drive back to Massachusetts to vi…
Hi again. It’s so nice to see you! (If you are wondering why I’m no longer showing up in your inboxes weekly/on Tuesdays, here’s your gentle reminder t…
Hi again. Do you trust your gut? A friend and I were discussing this the other day. I don’t, really, for the record. Though I wish I did! There’s somet…
Plus a note about the future of constellations
Hi again. Here’s a poem, by Heather Christle. “Perfect Song” I remember walking through the morning after a night of heavy snow and drink with headphon…
Hi again. Here is a list I’ve been keeping of euphonious words whose definitions I keep having to look up, and the articles where I have recently come …
Hi again. In my senior year of high school, I won an award from the English department. During the award ceremony, my English teacher — a quiet, eccent…
Hi again. (And welcome to all the new people who found me via my ramblings on Jessica Hopper’s emo essay! Cool to have you here.) This past weekend I s…
Hi again. When I was in college I took a course called “Studies In Popular Music: History of Rock,” in a room on the top floor of a very old building. …
Hi again. This is the fifty-second edition of constellations, which means, if I’m doing my math right, that I’ve been writing this newsletter for a yea…
Hi again. "An honorable human relationship — that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word 'love',” Adrienne Rich once wrote, “is a p…
Hi again. When I was in grad school, it started to feel like the walls were closing in. All my classmates seemed to have very particular post-graduatio…