Angels and Science

I had a friend from college who married a girl he loved, and then years later, divorced her. “What happened?” I asked, when he came over for dinner one evening to break the news. “She’s angels and I’m science,” he told me. “It wasn’t going to last forever.”

Is it true, like, really true? Can angels people and science people find a way to be together forever? Or is it a fundamental difference that no amount of mutual respect can suffice to smooth over?


When I was younger, I thought the answer was no—angels people and science people are too fundamentally different to make it work. However, the older I’ve gotten, the more I’ve come to embrace angels and science as part of a pretty flexible spectrum. I myself was staunchly down at the science end for the first couple decades of my life. However, ten years into marriage with a Catholic I adore and two out of three kids baptized, I think my answer has changed.

Life is a delicious buffet, and there actually aren’t any rules about how you decide what to put on your plate. Furthermore, you aren’t going to be in the mood for the same meal every day. My internal compass is governed by curiosity and compassion, and the more I have learned to act in accordance with those guiding principles, the more delightful and varied the companions along my journey have become.


Enjoy the sunshine! Happy Sunday, and thanks for reading.

Anthropologie pants (previous season) and sweater (similar) // Clarks shoes // Hair by Beauty Lounge


Intuition, I’ve learned, is one of the best and latest-developing cognitive processes. I swear I thought I had good intuition much earlier in life, but I did not. I had very clumsy intuition until fewer than ten years ago. Maybe it’s another element of the magic of turning 30.


Maybe it’s actually the ability to access intuition with clarity that develops later. It feels like it’s sort of always been inside me, but maybe I just didn’t have the proper key to unlock the place where it was kept. Certainly as I have become better at long-term planning, weighing hypothetical variables, and incorporating a larger number of moving pieces into my overall plans, my intuition has become sharper.


I notice it most when I step outside of my normal routine. When I’m meeting new people, and traveling to new places, I rely on my intuition a whole lot more (I think) than I do on any regular day of the week. It’s a dormant sixth sense that wakes up whenever I need it, and I thank myself, as well as my lucky stars, for delivering it to me when I need it most.


Happy Sunday! Thanks for reading. Photos by Spankie Thomas.

Citizens of Humanity jeans // Anthropologie top (old season) // Banana Republic jacket