A few months back, I came across a piece in Scientific American by Charlotte Hu that stopped me in my tracks. The line that did it was this: "Engaging the fine motor system to produce letters by hand has positive effects on learning and memory." I'm not a doctor or ...Read More
I have a sister. She's three years younger than me. She lives about a forty-minute drive from our parents' house in London. I live in Bangkok. We have not had a fight. We have not had a falling-out. There is no specific incident I could point to that would ...Read More
I want to write about my dog. Specifically, about a particular feeling I have for him that I've spent a long time trying to find the right language for, because every existing piece of language for it sounds either too small or too big. His name is Tao. He's ...Read More
I want to write about an Easter lunch that happened in my parents' house in London, last spring, and about a particular silence that arrived at the table somewhere between the lamb and the dessert. The silence is what I want to describe, because it's the most important thing ...Read More
In many families, friend groups, and workplaces, there is someone others naturally go to. The one who listens. The one who remembers birthdays, picks up the phone at odd hours, and offers to help before being asked. Everyone knows this person is kind. Everyone appreciates them. And almost nobody ...Read More
Lately I've been doing that thing people in their thirties tend to do. Reflecting. Not in a dramatic, mid-life crisis kind of way, but in those quiet moments on a long walk. I find myself thinking back to who I was at 20. The version of me who thought he ...Read More