Superduper Serial May 2026

Marriage is serial. Raising children is serial. Building a business or a body of work is serial. It’s not one loud declaration; it is the quiet, grinding consistency of a thousand small choices.

The world doesn't need more people who are kind of interested. It needs people who are superduper serial about kindness. About justice. About art. About showing up. superduper serial

I am superduper serial about this. About writing. About loving the people in my small orbit. About refusing to let the cynicism of the algorithm harden my ribs. Marriage is serial

You remember it. The moment a pinky swear wasn’t enough. The moment you looked your best friend in the eye, dropped the facade, and said, “No, I’m superduper serial.” It was a grammatical car crash—an adverb smashing into a misspelling of “serious”—but we all knew what it meant. It’s not one loud declaration; it is the

I’m not joking. I’m not being meta. There is no punchline.

I want to invite you to reclaim that childish phrase. Not the misspelling, but the spirit.