Category: my life

Copper and ceramic

Copper and ceramic

Slowly, in fits and starts, we’re turning our house into a home. Renovating a house feels a lot like writing fiction, actually. You start with something raw and unfinished, and you slowly polish it until it shines, until it’s yours. My house is starting to shine. The pieces are coming together: paint, new (and used,...

I am not your dear

I am not your dear

Working in public service means I see people of all kinds: tall, short, black, white, fat, skinny, quiet, loud, obnoxious, wonderful, intelligent, not-so-intelligent, drunk, high, high on life, downtrodden, hopeful, etc. (For the record, drunk and/or high people are not allowed in the library and are asked to please come back later when they are...

Happy Fourth of July (Or Alexander Hamilton, I Love You)

Happy Fourth of July (Or Alexander Hamilton, I Love You)

This post was first published on July 4, 2011, but it’s still true. Whether it was his beautiful writing on the Constitution or his magnetic self-assurance that bordered on arrogance, Alexander Hamilton had me from page one in my 11th grade American history book. It didn’t hurt that he was attractive, especially for a man...

Respect my choice to be childfree

Respect my choice to be childfree

When I was around 14 years old, I realized I had no desire to have children. And here I am, a few months away from hitting 30, and still, I have no desire for children. Neither does my partner. It’s not just a lack of desire though. The thought of having my own children, of...

Six Years

Six Years

Today, I have been married for six years. This surprises people. We married young by today’s standards—I was only 23, and he, 24. Since then we’ve switched jobs multiple times, lost our first German shepherd to kidney disease, adopted another shepherd, bought a house, gone on many, many hikes, gotten into our fair share of...