The More Things Change

When I was twenty-five years old, the clichés I lived by all were something to the effect of “the more things change, the more they stay the same,” or, “wherever you go, there you are,” or any other number of uninventive parallel logics about experiencing change without really ever changing. I had spent the past half-decade in an ever-looping cycle of movement and motion.  There … Continue reading The More Things Change

Don’t Cry, It’s Only Baseball

One of the very first relationship conversations my husband and I had was not about future plans or past partners, not about when and whether we would declare our exclusivity or how we each felt about premarital cohabitation.  It was about sports. Professional sports fandom is not a typical hobby among my friends – more often than not, our art school coolness precludes us from … Continue reading Don’t Cry, It’s Only Baseball