A few words at the front of a book can say more than everything that follows.

Turning 50 sharpens a simple question: what does it mean to live well?

You forget what it feels like when something finally goes right.

The idea that one word could explain a life is tempting—and almost certainly wrong.

Growing up doesn’t always mean moving forward.

Most of the fears we talk about aren’t the ones that actually drive us.

Most of our decisions feel right. That doesn’t mean they are.

Perhaps the best place to begin a journey is by losing our way first.

There’s a moment in life where there’s no way forward, and no way back. Only a decision to make.

We like to think things return to us. Seasons. Places. Versions of ourselves. But they never come back the same.

There’s a particular kind of discomfort in not even understanding the question.

There are usually more witnesses than heroes or villains.

Five images from thirteen years living in the UAE.

There’s a place online where people still speak honestly and it’s not where you’d expect.

The difference between good and evil is often not who we are, but where we find ourselves.

When we move home, we often think we’re moving our lives. In reality, a move shows us how little of it was ever fixed.

Not everything you delay is a problem.

We spend years getting good at things the world no longer rewards.

Most writing disappears. Some of it stays.

Some of the most important moments in life give no notice. And refuse to repeat.