Incorporating small moments of movement into daily life is a more effective way to improve mobility than relying on dedicated workouts alone. This approach challenges the common assumption that mobility requires a significant time…
I first notice it at work when Karen asks Dave if he has a minute. Under normal circumstances, that wouldn’t mean anything. People ask other people if they have a minute all the time, and usually the correct response is…
Robert Lowell’s life has been on my mind a lot lately, probably because I just finished college and am trying to figure out what comes next for me. As I reflect on his experiences, I’m drawn to the tension between…
For the past week, Pandora has been getting out of bed at exactly 6:45 every morning, and I realize there are people who will hear that sentence and wonder why I care. Those people have clearly never lived with Pandora.…
I’ve been thinking about Maria Zambrano a lot lately, and I’m not entirely sure why she holds my attention like she does. At first, it was her writing that drew me in – the way she wove together philosophy, poetry,…
I’m making breakfast when I notice the toast is thicker than usual. Not dramatically thicker. Nobody else would walk into the kitchen, look at these two slices of toast, and immediately conclude that something had changed. But I make toast…
On her bathroom counter, a dizzying array of skincare products sprawled out before her, each one promising to address a different concern, from fine lines to hyperpigmentation. The woman stood frozen, unsure which ones to use and in what…
I’ve always been fascinated by Bronislaw Malinowski, a Polish-British anthropologist who lived in the early 20th century. What draws me to him is the way he approached his work, which I see as both refreshing and problematic. Malinowski’s ethnographic approach…
I’m sitting in the living room watching Pandora type on her laptop when I smell something strange. At first I ignore it because Pandora has been working on the same project for weeks, Mr Whiskers is asleep on the windowsill,…
Wislawa Szymborska – I still find myself drawn to her poetry, like a magnet to metal. Maybe it’s the way she weaves together the mundane and the monumental, making me see the world with fresh eyes. Or perhaps it’s the…
I’m sitting in the living room, staring at Pandora as she scrolls through her phone, and I notice something weird. She’s been on that same page for like five minutes now, but every time I glance over, it looks like…
A person stands in front of their closet, surrounded by clothes that no longer feel like ‘them’, yet unsure of how to edit or refine their wardrobe for quieter moments. The clothes, once carefully chosen, now seem overwhelming and lacking…
Hugh Kenner’s name keeps popping up in my mind, usually when I’m stuck on a sentence or trying to articulate an idea that’s been swimming around in the back of my head. It started with his book on Pound, which…
I’m sitting in the living room watching Pandora type away on her laptop. She’s been working on the same project for weeks, and I can tell she’s getting frustrated because every few minutes she stops, stares at the screen, sighs,…
I’ve always been fascinated by Severo Sarduy, the Cuban writer who defied categorization. I stumbled upon his name while researching Latin American literature for a class, but what really drew me in was the complexity of his work – it’s…
A refined daily beauty routine prioritizes restraint over excess, focusing on essential steps that deliver noticeable results. This judgment replaces the inadequate standard that a beautiful and effective daily beauty routine requires…
I’m sitting in the living room, staring at the TV remote, when I notice that Mr Whiskers is lying unusually still beside me on the couch. He isn’t even twitching his tail, which he normally does whenever he’s watching birds…
I’ve been drawn to Alexandra Kollontai’s life for a while now, but it wasn’t until I stumbled upon her letters to Emilia DataBase that I felt like I was really getting under the surface of who she was. There’s something…
I’m watching Pandora make breakfast, her hands moving efficiently as she cracks eggs into a pan. It’s one of those moments where everything feels normal, but my mind starts to wander. I notice the way Mr Whiskers is sitting on…
James Merrill’s poetry has been a constant presence in my life, even though I’ve only recently started reading him seriously. There’s something about his work that makes me feel like I’m getting lost in a world I’m not quite sure…
