Merry Christmas from Florida
The fronds always put me more in mind of Easter.
The Last Christmas Tradition Standing
The Christmas of my youth is dead. That’s just adulthood, I suppose.
Pickled Onions, Brown Mustard, and Changing Tastes
One day, I tried getting to the bottom of why I liked Qdoba so much more than Chipotle. After going through my order with my girlfriend item by item, we figured it out.
Confronting Mortality with a Gray Cat
Even though I needed him to save me, I know he needed me to save him.
Sad Christmas Songs Hit Different in the Dark
“O Little Town of Bethlehem” is consistently (ironically) slept on in favor of the worn, saccharine “Silent Night.”
First Snow
Snowballs were thrown, hands were frozen, and hearts were full as I enjoyed my first real snowfall.
Lord, Keep Me at Arm’s Length
It didn’t help that the church could encourage the kind of thinking I battled, with sermons calling you to assess your naturally selfish heart and take hold of your mind with the iron grip of Christ until you’ve molded it into a humble servant of God.
I Am Brendan Fraser
I know it’s open-hearted and on the goofy side, but so am I and so is Brendan Fraser.
A Mary Oliver Winter
“Do you have a rolling pin?” I ask her. “No, but I have a wine bottle that’ll do the trick,” she replies.
Presents Politics
I had to hype myself up to buy a pack of three dollar udon at the grocery store—I certainly can’t afford the forty dollar Roblox gift cards.
