Thom Barrett

These days, I keep circling a deceptively simple question: How should I spend them? By “them,” I mean my days—these pockets of time I’m...

Some days, there’s no answer. Other days, the answer is the act itself. A reflection on writing, fading friendships, silence, and...

There’s more than one way to be tired. Some days, it’s the weight of illness, mortality, and the shrinking horizon ahead. Other days,...