
Nightmares Have Nightmares Too
The Day My Seven-Year-Old Declared War on Logic Parents spend an enormous amount of time worrying about the wrong

The Day My Seven-Year-Old Declared War on Logic Parents spend an enormous amount of time worrying about the wrong

The Problem With Calling Another Man A few years ago, I called a friend because I was having a difficult

Introduction What if one of the greatest philosophers in history wasn’t trying to solve life’s biggest problems, but was instead

You can always tell when tourist season has arrived in Washington. The official indicators are things like hotel occupancy rates,

Parenthood occasionally provides moments of profound insight. Most of those moments arrive disguised as insults from small people who

Or: Why Despair Seems Remarkably Unimpressed by Wealth, Status, and Success Every time a wealthy celebrity, prominent executive, decorated

You can always tell when tourist season has arrived in Washington. The official indicators are things like hotel occupancy rates,

On my metro ride last week, a rider sat next to me at the moment, I decided to correctly wind

There are days when the Pentagon feels like a functioning workplace, and there are days when it feels like someone

If death becomes optional, meaning may become unstable Modern civilization has quietly decided that death is a technical defect. Not

There are few things more humbling than realizing your moral crisis is happening entirely inside your own head while the

Every weekday morning, I descend into the Washington Metro with the same delusional optimism. This, I tell myself, will be

The Day My Seven-Year-Old Declared War on Logic Parents spend an enormous amount of time worrying about the wrong

The Problem With Calling Another Man A few years ago, I called a friend because I was having a difficult

Introduction What if one of the greatest philosophers in history wasn’t trying to solve life’s biggest problems, but was instead

Parenthood occasionally provides moments of profound insight. Most of those moments arrive disguised as insults from small people who

Or: Why Despair Seems Remarkably Unimpressed by Wealth, Status, and Success Every time a wealthy celebrity, prominent executive, decorated

I have often wondered whether I’d want to know the exact date of my death. Not vaguely. Not “you’ll live