We tell ourselves a particular story about midlife transformation. It goes like this: People change their lives after 40 because they finally have what they
In the summer of 2019, I watched a stranger at LaGuardia Airport experience what could only be described as existential collapse. Her phone had died—suddenly,
Last week at 3:47 AM, I found myself scrolling through strangers’ recipes with the focused intensity of a surgeon. The recipes had devolved into political
There’s a kind of person whose phone never makes a sound. No chime for a new message. No vibrating hum of an incoming call. No
You don’t notice it at first. It arrives quietly, through the soft mechanisms of affection: a teasing remark, a faux-concerned comment, a smile that doesn’t
There’s a fatigue that has no name. It’s not exhaustion from work, or the malaise of loneliness, or even the sharp pang of betrayal. It’s
We tell ourselves a particular story about midlife transformation. It goes like this: People change their lives after 40 because they finally have what they
In the summer of 2019, I watched a stranger at LaGuardia Airport experience what could only be described as existential collapse. Her phone had died—suddenly,
Last week at 3:47 AM, I found myself scrolling through strangers’ recipes with the focused intensity of a surgeon. The recipes had devolved into political
There’s a kind of person whose phone never makes a sound. No chime for a new message. No vibrating hum of an incoming call. No
You don’t notice it at first. It arrives quietly, through the soft mechanisms of affection: a teasing remark, a faux-concerned comment, a smile that doesn’t
There’s a fatigue that has no name. It’s not exhaustion from work, or the malaise of loneliness, or even the sharp pang of betrayal. It’s
