I didn’t find a lot to laugh about in 2025, but I really enjoyed this moment on New Year’s Eve:
My son realizing that he and the gigantic pants favored by his generation would need to get through airport security—without a belt. Fortunately his film education includes repeat exposure to the Ministry of Silly Walks.
It’s good to be back! I look forward to connecting as 2026 unfolds.
Wishing you all a good start to the new year,
Kate
It takes me an absurd amount of time to write a proper post—and that time was not available to me this week.* But as reader-friend David Hirning and I discussed in the comments of last week’s post, connecting with kindred spirits—even briefly—goes a long way to
“Wanna climb a mountain tomorrow?” Whenever I text this to my friend Ulla, she invariably says yes. These outings are never easy to pull off. We’re both deep in what I call The Vortex—a seemingly endless swirl of tasks and commitments. But Ulla is half Swedish, and apparently
Now that everyone has read the memo*and seen the backflips**, it’s clearer than ever that we need to move briskly towards single payer…right? That we can’t have something as vital to humans as healthcare depend on employment, if the jobs landscape is slated to go haywire?
Yesterday, I let both kids skip school to attend the Seahawks parade in downtown Seattle. I know. I barely recognize myself. We are not a football family, and typically when the kids tell us what their friends are allowed to do, we are quick to joke (or not joke): “How