Monthly Archives: April 2020
I am naturally impatient, so I went straight to the climax (chapters 38 to 42) because I needed answers.
It’s hard to hear the voice inside my own head over the roar of the megasaw, much less the whisper of the earth.
Throughout the show, many of the actors deliver their lines with an intentional flatness, and I initially misinterpreted this flatness as both bad acting and a way of communicating a thesis.
There isn’t much I’ve enjoyed more recently than watching Clive—Clive Snails Lewis, to give him his full title—wrap his slimy self around a carrot.
But I will say that—for me—being confined to my home has sometimes felt liberating in a small and quiet way.
In my non-wing hand, I hold my phone, poring over the free PDF I found of 501 Spanish Verbs.
We’ve met faithfully for Thursday Dinner for more than a year now.
And tonight on the runway, category is: pandemic eleganza.
Humanity: the once and future success story
These days, the opening chapters of Emily St. John Mandel’s 2014 novel, Station Eleven, are enough to take your breath away.
When I tell people I have four brothers, usually they respond with, “Oh, your poor mother.”
Now that we’ve set a good precedent for productive work, let’s go over how to maintain good health and nutrition during your stay-at-home time.
After a month of stay-at-home orders, suddenly everyone’s a baker.
Most of my journals were destroyed. They were never perfect enough to keep.
Every day now carries a different weight, new set of worries, and another chance to intentionally look for the good.
The next morning she was clutching the screen door with her dainty insect toes.
Player must stand thirty-six feet from shed (forty-four if playing European rules)
But then you get these three songs smack-dab in the middle and these… these are maybe the worst songs in U2’s discography.
I wonder if humanity has loved anything as long as it has loved the moon.
Using this definition, cities, industrial parks, and suburban developments are just as “wild” as Russian Arctic National Park.
I didn’t tell her we are planning on leaving too,
and I won’t get to say goodbye.
I related best to my siblings when we were shoulder to shoulder, yelling or cheering about pixels on a screen.
When we come together, we have the power to create what Parker calls “temporary alternative worlds.”
At the risk of trivializing everything else, one of the things that scares me most about the president is his refusal to admit to tiny mistakes.
But one day we started to tell the story, and as we heard it coming from our mouths we knew it meant the story was behind us, and we had lived through it.