Restaurant Diaries
My first shift. Spilled a glass of Sprite and dropped a basket of onion rings within the first 30 minutes. Surprisingly, they let me stay.
Milk for Fairies
In the failure of dogma, try generosity.
The Delights and Travails of Fall Camping in the UP
I won’t say we pulled half-burned logs out of firepits to salvage them for our own use, but I won’t deny it either.
After Midnight
Almost despite myself, I’m finding that I do enjoy the quiet, the darkness.
Wolverine Watchmen, HBO’s Watchmen, and the Politics of White Resentment
Law and order, but only certain laws and certain orders.
Preservation
As the days now grow shorter and the nights darker, I try to let the metaphor of autumn give me hope instead of melancholy.
The Makings of a Hero
We would be poorer without heros, and yet they would be nothing without us.
Enola and the Case of the Complicated Nostalgia
I’d scour the library then return home with an armload of feminist literary retellings.
Blessed Be Your Samhain
So I’ll wrap some twigs in newspaper and set them alight atop a log to watch them burn while the veil hangs thin.
Ode to October
October is an attack on the senses in the best way.
