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December is over—almost officially—and I refuse to call her a “crazy” month. She deserves better. December—the month, yes, she’s a woman—always seems marked by unrealistic ambition and overdrawn reflection. I exhibited neither. My family and I went on a cruise (Royal Caribbean) to the Bahamas during Christmas Week, and I did not crack my laptop
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The many book reviews of The Ten Year Affair by Erin Somers all point to the same remarkable achievement: Somers’ ability to build two parallel realities—one in which a Xennial mom of two embarks on an affair, and another in which she does not. In one realm, her life takes on a velvety sheen as
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I’ve never been particularly sentimental about New Year’s resolutions. But this year, the idea feels less like a list of promises and more like a map — a way of drawing myself back to the work I care most about. My science-biography projects have been waiting patiently for me, and understanding the world of plant
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I recently embarrassed myself. My daughter’s school held a parent coffee—one I actually managed to attend. Even though I work from home, it’s rare that my mornings aren’t swallowed by meetings starting between 9:30 and 10:00. (Working with school districts means that this is practically midday.) But on that particular morning, the calendar gods aligned,
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We don’t talk enough about student-run publications. Yes, I’m biased — I used to work on JURIST, a law student–run publication. But the beauty of student-run projects lies in their scrappiness. I remember searching the internet for the perfect source for an editorial we needed to run. Convincing people to talk about their work may
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Lately I’ve been thinking about time management—not in the abstract way that leads to spiral-bound planners and goal-setting podcasts, but in the ways I’ve learned to carve my priorities out of the hours required for work calls, dinner, and bedtime stories. Sometimes, I really only have 30 minutes to write down an idea, add meat
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I started thinking about food differently during COVID. When the pandemic was at its height, I was in the depths of postpartum adjustment. I was home—privileged enough to isolate from the news, from work, and from fear—content to comply and stay safe. When I returned to work as a school law attorney in early 2021,
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I’m afraid to admit how many trees and shrubs we’ve removed from around our house. It started innocently enough: the hedge in front of the bay window became infested and hollowed out in a single season. One day it was a manicured rectangle of greenery, adding symmetry and an element of unnatural perfection to our
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There’s Now a Casino in Everyone’s Pocket. For Some Young Men, It’s a Near-Fatal Gamble. The trajectory of gambling addiction is changing. Indigenous people connect with culture through heirloom seeds. Not an essay, but a darn good read. I Resigned as Manhattan’s U.S. Attorney. Law Schools Are Missing the Point of My Story. Danielle Sassoon
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