Matching Capybara Shirts
He asked to be dropped off at the Harley dealership on Wednesday and we didn’t see him again until the next morning.
In-N-Out
The word “overrated” set a burning fire in my soul, set on defending In-N-Out to the grave.
Ten Places and Spaces I’ve Split My Pants
My shorts were unprepared for a great DJ and a circle of people asking me to vogue.
The Tragedy of Camille Claudel
I can’t help but think that we do people a disservice when we view their gifts only or mostly through the lens of their pain.
Mental Mapping
We drove over seven hours to watch Adri and ninety-nine other middle schoolers answer questions about culture, economics, and rivers I couldn’t pronounce.
Three Laps Around Salesforce Park
It felt solarpunk, if anything with a company’s name on it can be called punk.
In Season
Perhaps I am a person who loves the seasons because they help me know that time is truly passing.
The Last Bookstore and the Edge of the Map
It’s not a tomb in a solid or permanent way, not a grave. This is the gilded foyer to another world.
Finding Gumption
“How does she have enough vacation days for this?”
Welcome to Nowhere Specific, Midwest, USA
But when a place is hardly (if ever) depicted, a place can be stereotyped into invisibility.
