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I’m sitting here on my back porch, looking at a pair of muddy boots that have seen better days, and I can’t help but laugh a little. If you had told me five years ago that I’d be spending my Saturday mornings elbow-deep in compost and worrying about the structural integrity of a pea trellis, … Read more

I was sitting on my back porch the other evening, watching the sun dip below the neighbors’ fence, and I realized my hands were stained a deep, stubborn shade of walnut. I’d spent the better part of the afternoon trying to refinish an old side table I’d found at a garage sale for five dollars. … Read more

I was sitting in my workshop last Tuesday—it’s really just a corner of the garage that smells perpetually of cedar and old coffee—staring at a piece of walnut that cost more than my first car’s tires. I wasn’t actually working. I was just… looking at it. Running my thumb over a knot in the grain … Read more

I spent about forty minutes this morning staring at a screen, and I couldn’t tell you a single thing I actually learned. It’s a familiar feeling, isn’t it? That sort of hollow, itchy sensation in the back of your brain after you’ve spent too much time scrolling through a feed that never ends. It’s like … Read more

I was sitting in my kitchen this morning, staring at a toaster that had just given up the ghost. It’s the third one in five years. Three. It’s a sleek, chrome-finished thing that looked great on the counter for about six months until the lever started sticking, and then today, it just decided it was … Read more

I was sitting at my kitchen table last Tuesday morning, just staring at the steam rising off my coffee, and I realized I didn’t want to move. It wasn’t that I was physically exhausted—though, let’s be honest, I usually am—it was more of a deep, quiet realization that the race I’ve been running for the … Read more

I was sitting on the floor of my living room last Sunday, surrounded by about half a dozen cardboard boxes and a thick layer of dust that seemed determined to ruin my afternoon. I was moving things around—reorganizing, mostly—and I came across this old, battered copy of a novel I hadn’t touched in probably a … Read more

I’m sitting here at my kitchen table, looking at a small, slightly wilted basil plant that’s currently staged a protest in a ceramic pot. It’s leaning toward the window like it’s trying to escape. To be honest, I think it might be. This isn’t the first time I’ve struggled with something as seemingly simple as … Read more

I was sitting in my kitchen the other morning, just staring at this old, dented toaster. It’s one of those heavy, chrome-sided things from the late nineties that probably weighs more than my laptop. One of the levers doesn’t quite stay down unless you give it a very specific, almost affectionate nudge, and the crumb … Read more

Jujutsu Kaisen has defied its place as one of the most griping anime and manga series of the past decade blending and intense action with the deep emotion and philosophical themes. At the heart of the its narratives lies Sugoru Geto to a complex antagonist whose action and motives continues to captive fans. Jujutsu Kaisen … Read more