Artifacts From Susie
She has taught me to use a sewing machine about six different times. It never sticks.
Some Good Adventures in Space and Time
Also there’s a sentient universe that’s a frog.
Walking Through Time
The grass was green, fading to tan as it does during winter in the South; 160 years ago the ground would have been stained with blood.
Much Ado About Nothing
Teachers always have some vague notion about how it’s going to be the most “relatable” of the plays—and the relative lack of bloody deaths and disturbing family dynamics is just a bonus.
Tannenbaum Days
I readied myself to finally be the one disappearing into the muddy vegetation while my siblings made sideline sports commentary about my efforts.
Welcome to Eden
She has yet to shred her first roll of toilet paper, or textbook, or slipper.
The Architectural Pluralism of Tallinn
It is no less than an incarnation of the badges of history Estonia wears into the present, a memento of the past and a dream of a techno-future.
Six Random Things I’m Thankful For
There’s something about these bowls that makes them superior to any other bowl I’ve had.
Baby Queer’s First Drag Show
She laughed and said “Finger guns.” To which I responded “Bisexual finger guns.”
Five Hundred Words on Twenty-Six Years of Failed Writing Goals
Numbers have a surprising tyranny over me, a word person.
