November is never an easy month for me with the time change and the temperature dropping. I fight against the inevitable because I so badly want to hold on to the beauty, light and warmth of fall. Eventually, I remember the opportunities of the new season approaching (hot toddies, beef stew, latkas, base layers…) and embrace the uncomfortable transition for what it is.

By now, most of you have voted or at least have made up your mind about who you will be voting for later today. In a society where your attention is the commodity - I will not take up much of your time.

Being tall has its benefits - I can reach high things, see over a crowd and when I was in middle school - beat all the boys in sports.

I was raised with sports analogies and a father who could put life’s most challenging moments in the contexts of the games that he loved.

Growing up, I ate a lot. I was the kid who had to eat a second meal after going to a friend’s house for dinner and was generally too hungry to ever be picky

The images we have seen the past few weeks have been powerful and we have all been affected by them - videos, photos, poems and tweets that have captured everything that is both horrible and wonderful about humanity.

The past few weeks have been really hard.

It was a different kind of Memorial Day weekend, one where I spent the majority of my time sorting my possessions into piles.

I grew up in a household that was serious about getting the most out of everything we purchased. From shoe goo (yes, that is a thing) to freezing loaves of bread to a semi-professional use of duct tape, we did our best to preserve what we had.

Much of navigating a city is figuring out how to carve out your own space among the masses. Whether it was walking around with ear buds in or not acknowledging the person 6 inches away from your face on the subway, we are usually fighting for our separation.

I would like to tell you that I have started writing my book or been spending time focusing on my photography but really I am barely getting this short invite written and out to you.

They told us to stay home. And for many of us, the lucky ones, this is what we have done. But what is a home exactly?

For me, there is nothing better than a cup of tea in the morning and a good podcast

The sirens seem to go all the time here and there are moments when this constant reminder of the danger is hard to take.

By now the reality has set in. We are at home (or not able to be in our homes) for what looks like a long time

A lot has changed in a week and so far there is only about one thing that is certain: we are going to be spending a lot more time at home these next few weeks. It may be alone, with a partner or with your family. This is going to be really weird.