On Iranian hustle and why grief has shoulders. Go to an Iranian dinner party in America and count how long it takes before someone gives you unsolicited advice about your career, your investments, and your posture. My record is four minutes. It will be delivered at volume, in two languages, by a person who has known you since dessert. It will also be correct. And underneath it, always, the jokes — not told so much as run continuously beneath the conversation, like a baseline.

A love letter to planning — and to the free spirits I love, who arrive at the same magic their own way.

Why I'm Trying to Bring Old-School Gathering Back

I came across this quote recently, and it struck me because it isn't really about money or chores...

Amor fati - the love of fate - sounds like surrender. Love your fate—accept what comes, embrace it fully, want nothing to be different. And yet the people who live by it are rarely passive...