The adult in me thinks that she is very juvenile and naive, and I wonder if I’m just too jaded to enjoy how whimsical she is, how her whole world seemed to be rose-colored and bright.
Memories to cringe over are a small price we pay for living long enough.
At certain moments of your life, the question comes, during a pause: Selfie with “Untitled (Donkey)” by Jeff Koons, at the Moco Museum (October 2019) What am I doing here? What the hell am I doing here? The question came to me thrice during my recent trip to Europe, where my friend Gretchen and I…… Continue reading The Weight of a Life in Wonder