Growing up

– To go to bed every night by 10pm?– To attempt to eat from the food pyramid?– To create a budget?– To have kids I used to babysit for getting engaged?– To have friends getting married?– To have friends getting divorced?– To have friends getting boob jobs?– To have a retirement account?– To buy age-defying…

Last night, I had a job interview that lasted an hour and a half. This potential employer and I talked spiritedly and candidly about everything from music to the environment to Telluride to writing to disappointment to, strangely, even Jesus. It was surreal, and wonderful, and stimulating. The job is something that I could excel…

I don’t want to grow up. I don’t want to think about insurance, and a 401k, and heart disease, and my future. I don’t want to get creaky knees. I don’t want to learn how to cook a turkey. I don’t want to make hard decisions, and be the responsible one, and do my own…

This weekend, I talked to a 7-year old girl who had recently lost her first tooth. A gap in her grin, Claire told me that no, it didn’t hurt when the tooth fell out. Something about the momentous occasion that losing your first tooth ever is took me back to my own experience of the…