In which we are a single narrative in the constant and (virtuously) inefficient state of unfolding, again and again and again.

From March’s paid-subscriber email: Pronunciation is hard, but correcting it is harder (and ftr, anything I know how to pronounce is both incidental and accidental)

It’s a magical realism spring (though maybe every spring is a magical realism spring…let me check my notes. Yup, we’re good).

“Hello, Baby-Sitters Club?” Claudia Kishi picked up the telephone on the first ring, twirling the neon cord around her nail art-adorned finger.

From February’s paid-subscriber email: In which I attribute a selection of my own character flaws and unlikeable actions to celebrities.

Observed and overheard: three unrelated arguments in favor of showing up early (and then just letting things unfold).