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You know the feeling. You've been putting in the hours. The to-do list is full and then full again. You're answering messages, taking meetings, ticking boxes, staying late. By any visible measure you're working harder than you were a year ago. So why does it feel like you're moving ...Read More

I used to use solitude and loneliness interchangeably. Two words for the same thing. Being on your own. Somewhere in my thirties I realised they weren't the same thing at all. They can look similar from a distance. Both involve being alone, or feeling alone. Both happen quietly, without ...Read More

For most of my twenties, I thought being articulate meant being able to use the right vocabulary at the right moment. I'd read a lot. I'd picked up the phrases. I knew when to say "nuanced" and "trajectory" and "tension between" and "the broader pattern." In meetings I could ...Read More

I've started to notice a particular kind of loneliness that doesn't look like loneliness from the outside. The person has a family. A long marriage, maybe. A job where people know their name. They show up to birthdays, they answer texts, they're surrounded by people who care about them ...Read More

There is a generational argument that has played out at countless kitchen tables for the past decade. A baby boomer says something about elbow grease, personal responsibility, and the dignity of putting in the hours. A millennial or Gen Z relative rolls their eyes. The boomer feels dismissed. ...Read More

It happens within about the first ten minutes. They arrive. The grandchildren run in. Coats come off, bags get dumped on the bench. I put the kettle on. Then, somewhere around the second cup, I notice it. They've started talking about me. Not to me. About me. With each other. ...Read More