Mind Notes

    Mind Notes I had assumed that once you survive an existential crisis involving your guardian angel, a clipboard,

  Mind Notes The first thing I noticed about being dead was how aggressively unimpressive it was. No tunnel. No

After my earlier conversation about suicide, religion, despair, and the arrogance of certainty, I found myself sitting with a second,

  Yesterday, over tea with a friend at work, we wandered into one of those conversations that begins casually and

  Father’s Day arrives every year with remarkable confidence for a holiday that nobody seems entirely prepared for. As a

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

Or: Why Mathematics Eventually Becomes Witchcraft Humanity discovered fire, agriculture, flight, nuclear weapons, and somehow still decided the most psychologically

There’s a very specific kind of disrespect life reserves for people who are objectively doing well. Not fake social media

There are moments in adulthood when you reread parts of the Bible and realize nobody involved behaved with the level

Human beings have a remarkable talent for taking very different forms of suffering, recklessness, pleasure, and mild psychological collapse and

A fun, science-influenced blog post inspired by a seven-year-old asking the kind of question adults should ask more often Children

There are days when being alive does not feel like a gift. It feels like an invoice. You wake up

There are a few ways one imagines meeting a guardian angel. You picture a soft glow. A calm voice. A

Boredom has a PR problem.   We treat it like the harmless cousin of exhaustion—soft, beige, and mildly inconvenient. We