On Anger
Anger belongs to the relationships you care about, to the people you want to love and by whom you wish to be loved in return.
The Summer of 2006
I was preparing for my career in professional soccer, where I would soon have enough money to buy all the windows one could ever need.
My Wife Got Hit by a Car
One report said, “Pedestrian vs. car, with significant damage to car.”
The Criminals I’ve Met
There are two types of people who rub me the wrong way: people who can’t take a hint, and people who talk to hear their own voice. Thomas Antonio Inglewood was both.
Word of the Year
Those words came to me in what felt like divine inspiration.
Watching Airplanes Alone
I have never felt like the grief I have is deserved.
I Miss Wealthy Theatre
“An hour and forty-two minutes!” I would think, fist-pumping at the director’s restraint.
Nice to Meet You, I’m Parker
The new people I met starting junior year never knew me as Purun but as Parker.
Homesick
When you visit a city you once called home, a part of you settles even as another part slides out of place.
A Trip Down the Memory Expressway
I imagine telling my story to someone; spin a future where there wasn’t a pandemic anymore, and I wasn’t working at a warehouse anymore, and I wasn’t alone anymore.
