Listening to a brilliant man who is living in his car, I have, in rapid succession, every reaction I deplore in others.
The Great Capitulation has begun. A cynical shrug could entrench it.
Remember folding white paper again and again, then snipping it with blunt scissors to make a snowflake? The magic never ends.
Why the French value dignity and the United States despises it. (Only a slight exaggeration.)
Do conservative Catholics even realize what inspired these gorgeous vestments?
This thing that I had avoided for years, that our entire culture avoids, turned out to be, overused but accurate word, transformative.
Oliver Burkeman wants us to work four hours only, relax about to-do lists, and realize what we expect of ourselves is already impossible
Spoilers can be justified: without them you will need to go back and read this whole gorgeous book all over again.
Colors drawn from nature are now synthetic and often garish...much like our daily life.
Like children, we rush the season, celebrating each holiday long before it arrives and growing sick of all of them. Sure, greedy retailers—but does the problem go deeper?