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May 2026 archive
Simple Skincare Cream Proves Less Is More
Albert Schweitzer: Where Theory Meets Muddy Boots
I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of sacrifice, and Albert Schweitzer’s life is a masterclass in it. The more I learn about him, the more I’m struck by his commitment to living out his values, no matter how uncomfortable or inconvenient they might be. Schweitzer was a German theologian, musician, and missionary who spent …
I Think Karen’s Hiding Something from Us
I’m sitting in the living room, staring at Mr Whiskers as she’s grooming herself on my lap. It’s a calm moment, but something’s been bothering me lately. I’ve been noticing that Karen seems to be avoiding John when he comes home late. She’ll quickly excuse herself and head into her room, leaving us alone. At …
Aphra Behn: The Patron Saint of Midlife Crises (or Maybe Just Me)
I’ve always been drawn to Aphra Behn, but it’s only recently that I’ve begun to understand why. As a writer myself, I appreciate the fact that she was one of the first professional female writers in England. But beyond her impressive resume – or rather, her impressive output, considering the era she lived in – …
I Think Our Cat Is in Cahoots with Mrs Jenkins’
I’m sitting in the living room, trying to focus on my math homework, but I keep glancing at Pandora who’s watching TV on the couch. She’s laughing at something on the screen and every so often she says “oh yeah!” or “ha!” but it’s not really loud enough for me to make out what’s funny. …
The Dark Side of Wellness Ambition
Some people take on an hour-long meditation practice every morning, only to abandon it after a few weeks when the initial novelty wears off. Others
vow to elim
Richard Feynman: The Unpredictable Genius I Want to Be (But Probably Can’t)
I’ve always been fascinated by Richard Feynman, the physicist who defied conventions with his unorthodox approach to science and life. As I reflect on why he holds my attention, I find myself drawn to the complexity of his character – a mix of brilliance, curiosity, and recklessness that both inspires and unsettles me. One aspect …
I’m Living With a Cat Who’s Clearly Running Psychological Experiments
It’s Saturday, which means John Mercer has been loudly arguing with something in the house for almost six consecutive hours. That’s just what Saturdays are now. Some people spend weekends relaxing, some people go hiking, and apparently I spend mine listening to a grown man scream at household objects like they personally betrayed him. Right …
Edith Wharton: When Duty Looks Like Desire in a Designer Gown
I’ve always been fascinated by Edith Wharton’s writing, particularly her novels about the social elite of her time. As I delved deeper into her work, I found myself drawn to the way she critiqued the societal norms that governed women’s lives during the Gilded Age. But what really resonated with me was her exploration of …
The Cookies on the Coffee Table Are Watching Me
I’m sitting in the living room, watching Pandora feed Mr Whiskers on the couch. She’s trying to get him to eat this new food, but he’s not having it. I notice that Karen texted me a few minutes ago, asking if we’re free for dinner tonight. I was going to respond, but Pandora just got …
Beatrix Potter: The Unlikely Rebel Who Escaped Through the Eyes of a Rabbits’ Rebellion
Beatrix Potter. I’ve always been fascinated by her, but it’s not until recently that I’ve started to think about why. Maybe it’s because I’m at a similar crossroads myself – fresh out of college, trying to figure out what comes next. I feel like Beatrix and I share some common ground in this regard. I …
I’m Starting to Think My Housemates Are Plotting Something
I’ve been trying to get used to Pandora’s schedule lately, and it seems like she’s always sneaking into the kitchen around 2 am. Last night was no exception – I woke up to the sound of the fridge opening and closed my eyes again, thinking it was just John Mercer getting a midnight snack. But …
Investing in Timeless Elegance, One Coat at a Time
I recall the day I acquired my tailored wool coat like it was yesterday. It had been a deliberate decision, one that capped off months of researching and evalua
Roland Barthes: Where the Fuzziness Never Ends
Roland Barthes. I keep coming back to his ideas, even when I’m trying not to think about them. His writing is like a puzzle I can’t help but try to solve. Maybe it’s because he makes me feel seen in my own discomfort. I’ve always been drawn to the way Barthes writes about ambiguity. He’s …
I Just Realized Mr Whiskers Has Been Watching John Very Closely
I’m standing in the kitchen, making myself a cup of coffee. John Mercer is sitting at the table, staring at his laptop screen with an intense focus. I’ve seen him like this before, but it’s been a while since we had a particularly long day and everyone else was out. Dave said he’d be back …
Sojourner Truth: Ain’t I a Woman Yet?
I’ve been reading about Sojourner Truth for weeks now, and I’m still grappling with her words. Specifically, that one phrase: “Ain’t I a woman?” It’s like it reaches out and grabs me by the throat, refusing to let go. I feel a pang of recognition when I read those words. Growing up, I was always …
I Think Pandora Is Trying to Tell Me Something
I’m staring at Pandora, who’s sitting on the couch with her eyes fixed on some TV show. She looks… off, I guess. Not in a big way, just a tiny bit. Her expression is calm, like she’s really into whatever’s happening on screen, but it’s not quite right. It’s almost like she’s trying too hard …
Marcel Proust: Where Obsession Meets Existential Crisis (and Maybe I’ll Finally Figure Out How to Write a Decent Sentence)
Marcel Proust. I’ve been fascinated by his work for years, but only recently have I started to think about why he holds such a strong grip on my imagination. It’s not just the sheer scope of his writing – seven volumes of “In Search of Lost Time” is daunting enough – it’s the way he …
The Cat’s Behavior Is More Suspicious Than I Thought
I was making toast in the kitchen when I noticed something. Pandora’s mug is on the counter, but it’s not empty like I thought she’d already washed it after breakfast. I could’ve sworn she left for her shift at the hospital hours ago… unless John Mercer borrowed it without asking? Again. He always says he …
James Clerk Maxwell: The Ghosts in My Head
James Clerk Maxwell. His name has been echoing in my mind for weeks now, ever since I stumbled upon a worn-out textbook on electromagnetic theory in the college library’s discard bin. I remember feeling a strange sense of familiarity as I flipped through its yellowed pages, like reconnecting with an old friend from childhood. What …
Did I Just Catch John Spying on Me Through the Kitchen
I’m standing at the stove, flipping pancakes as quietly as humanly possible, which turns out is not very quiet. Every flip sounds like a small betrayal. Pandora’s still asleep down the hall. She’s been stressed lately, so I’m trying not to wake her. That means no music, no clattering, no aggressive pancake flipping. Just me. …
George Sand: The Many Faces of Me (and You)
I’ve always been fascinated by George Sand, the 19th-century French novelist who wrote under a pseudonym. What draws me to her is the enigma of her identity – or rather, the multiple identities she presented to the world. To be honest, it makes me feel a little uncomfortable. I mean, who am I kidding with …
I’m Starting to Think John Mercer’s Hiding Something
I’m sitting in our living room, trying to focus on my book, but Mr Whiskers is being a bit of a pest. He keeps jumping onto my lap and pawing at my pages. I try to shoo him off, but he just gives me this innocent look like “what’s wrong with you?” Anyway, as I’m …
Jose Saramago: The Great Confuser-in-Chief
I still remember the first time I picked up a Jose Saramago novel, his words spilling out like a tangled mess of thoughts and emotions on the page. It was as if he’d taken all my innermost worries and doubts, mixed them with his own philosophical musings, and served them back to me in this …
The Toast Always Burns When Something’s Off
I’m making toast in the kitchen while Pandora’s voice carries in from the living room, where she’s on the phone with her sister, pacing the way she always does when she’s trying to sound like she’s paying attention. I glance over at John Mercer, who’s on the couch with his eyes locked on his phone …
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