parenthood
My kid is afraid we're in a simulation
A techno-optimist creation myth is keeping her up at night.
physics
playhouses
My five-year-old, Brontë, has her first bad cold of the season. She kind of reminds me of a grumpy gnome when she’s sick. But this particular sickness kept her from twirling outside in the first snow of the season. So she’s been in a mood that feels a
physics
In Which I Rot in the Ground
but only by one measure