On Eighth Grade

We opened Bo Burnham’s amazing, beautiful, painful ode to puberty, EIGHTH GRADE, this month. It was everything I’d hoped. That “everything” was painful, unflinching, cringe-worthy reality. It was perfect. Yes, the movie had the tiny kids with flat stomachs and clear skin, who were externally flawless but sometimes awful and bitchy. There were also the …

Honey, I Drowned the Kids.

Several things have changed for me personally in the last month. Josh and I, along with a bunch of our colleagues, left our former company and went to the rapidly-expanding Shine Solar. This has been the best move for us both individually and collectively, which is pretty awesome. My new job involves heading up and …

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