Folks who saw this project’s first post saw that my commitment to share a story on nine of each year’s full moons would leave three (sometimes four) full moons per year with no story. This is for grace, margin, and whimsy, leaving room for something else, like this,
During my first year at Stanford, I didn’t know what to study, so I took some pre-med courses, just in case doctoring might be in my future – I’d been told that it would be easier to take these courses sooner rather than later – and I asked people
Going to Stanford in California was not an easy experience for me. Obsessed with thinking, our professors urged us toward theory, when my focus was shifting toward more and more practical matters. Learning how messed up our world was, I felt eager to step into adulthood and contribute meaningfully. When
For the last 114 consecutive new moons, I've emailed a list of people that started at three dozen and now includes eleven dozen people. This slow, steady project has been a delightful way to keep in touch with the folks who want to receive these "poemails,"