Consider “weird” as a celebration of deviance and of the delight that comes with doing so, with thumbing one’s nose at conventions, norms, and…
Had a delightful date night with C, possibly our last before we move. This particular spot, La Perla…
Poised on his tippy toes, so that he might better see the plants no longer out of this reach, Lucas deliberately, if slightly wobbly, turns my…
I’ve been writing these delight essay(ettes) for a number of reasons, though I’d be hard-pressed to recall them without needing…
The inspiration for and (loose) model of this project is Ross Gay’s The Book of Delights, whose seemingly effortless prose…
We’re early enough in a DC summer (or late enough in a DC spring) so that the morning weather tends to be a pure and embrace-worthy…
To say that we raced down R street would be to propagate a falsehood, to stretch credulity far past its cracking point, to offer, in place of…
I think it was Steve of Rancho Gordo (awesome project, awesome vibes, awesome product) who described the smell of pozole on the stove as the…
This morning, Lucas explored my face in a way he hadn’t before, small hand fixed firmly on my chin, rotating my head first…
Ideally, I would write about delight every day, making its cultivation and appreciation part of a routine until the need to think in terms of…