REFLECTION

Reflections on attention, correspondence, family, and place after reading The Correspondent.

Reflections on completing Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina and my connection to Levin, the novel’s tragic core, and the force of its characters.

Tolstoy viewed fifty as the prime of life. A reflection on midlife vitality, aging with strength, and why turning fifty can mean growth, not decline.

During three weeks alone at the beach house in Ocean City, I walked, read, ate simply, and paid attention to the shape of my days. This post reflects on that stretch of solitude without a car, without much noise, and without the rhythms of family life, and what surfaced in the stillness.