This post was written in 2015 and edited in 2019 for clarity. “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and…
A few weeks ago, I left YouTube on auto-play. My sound was off. I was working on something or another, and absentmindedly, I switched the audio back on. “We could get a house and some boxes on the lawn, we could make babies and accidental songs.” That’s all I heard. A haunting, heartsick voice. I…
This movie never ceases to remind me how right, and how wrong, I can be. I saw 500 Days of Summer six years ago. I was sitting in my apartment at The Piazza at Schmidts, one of many residences over the past decade. I had never seen 500 Days before, but had heard good things. The various messages…