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I've been in love with German ever since I learned the word weltschmerz. Its literal translation is "world-pain," the depression that arises when the realities of existence don't line up with the ideals in your head. I talk about this word in the opening chapter of my memoir, how when I discovered it, some gear … Continue reading Home

Contradictions

I hate putting things away. When I was a toddler, my mother let me entertain myself by emptying the kitchen cupboard where she stored canned goods. I'd pull everything out onto the floor, crawl inside the cupboard, and lose interest (I'm guessing) in approximately seven seconds. As I walked away, my mom would ask, "Can … Continue reading Contradictions

Happiness

I've always felt a deep annoyance for the English word "happy." It's one of those words, like "love," that has been applied too broadly---to mean too many disparate things---and therefore, has lost all meaning. I'm happy the weather has cooled down. I'm happy to spend time with my closest friend. I'm happy the brain tumor … Continue reading Happiness