Tucked inside Sunset, o639 Hours are countless moments of intimacy and ingenuity. For example, when Andrea Yorita moves to "Letter from Francis Elizabeth in San Francisco to William in Auckland," she's discreet, with all the weight and earnestness of someone who longs for her lover, but is afraid to tell him.
I think about the last year as if it were an old friend. I don't forget it or talk sh*t about it. I think of its rough face and long fingers. I write letters to it and remember it as a happy disaster, as the year when I learned how to spackle, survive a life-threatening illness and stand up for myself.
If you lived through enough January firsts, you know that, when it comes to New Year's resolutions, we often set ourselves up for failure. Challenging ourselves to a mother lode of well-intentioned but giant tasks -- losing 40 pounds, changing jobs, moving to a new home -- we often become paralyzed by the enormity of it all and wind up doing nothing.