My calculator broke during a seventh-grade math test.1 The screen flickered, numbers vanished, and I sat frozen, unable to compute basic multiplication—a state of technological abandonment which, in retrospect, seems almost

It's a cold January Inauguration Day afternoon, the kind of cold that seems scientifically calibrated to remind you that winter is less a season and more an annual endurance test, and

My friend's grandmother kept twenty-five identical butter dishes in her kitchen cabinet – a detail I fixated on during the summer of 1982 when my parents shipped me off to suburban Milwaukee

Let me set the scene: I’m in a booth at the Cheesecake Factory, that altar to culinary excess, staring at a menu the size of an encyclopedia. And not one of those

Look — and I mean REALLY look — at your calendar right now1. December 31st, 2024. The temporal equivalent of that moment when you're at the grocery store and can't remember