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The Ones

I grew up knowing that I would not date a woman unless we were going to get married. No pressure, you’ll know when you know, but figure it out and don’t mess it up or your entire life will be ruined.

Northern Lights: A Letter to a Friend

While we were talking, your mom shouted from upstairs that we should go outside—there were northern lights showing.

Figs, Deferred

North Lawndale is a food desert.

When Enoch Was No More

Last Sunday, I stopped to get coffee before church when a woman hesitantly approached and asked if I was a Christian. I told her I was.

On Second Grade Reading Lists

As I’ve been moving my life into this new room, I’ve been dismantling the one in the southwest suburbs of Chicago where I slept in from the age of ten until I left for college.

Hamilplans: Trying Not to Cry at Hamilton

An hour before Hamilton, we marched circles around the theater, trying to hold off seeing the Hamilton marquee (not Lafayette) till the exact right moment.

Postscript

Postscript

by | Jun 30, 2017

Dear M,
I hope you are enjoying life in Oregon. I am trying very hard not to miss you. Sometimes, it works.

Mega Screen

Mega Screen

Two weeks ago, in the lead-up to a concert, I got to read poetry off a video screen that was larger than the end zone of a football field.

Wunderkammer!

Wunderkammer!

Nowhere else in this big wide world of ours can you find a life-size Michael Jackson and Princess Diana made entirely out of marzipan.

How Their Stories Became Mine

How Their Stories Became Mine

The US eventually emerged from The Great Depression, but my grandmother did not.