Walking in Place
I wonder if driving isn’t transportation’s equivalent of scrolling: too much input, too quick to remember more than a fraction of it.
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
At around 7:10 p.m., the Anderson asked how the Fitzgerald was doing, to which Captain McSorley responded: “We are holding our own.” That was the last communication heard from the ship.
Five Michelle Recommended Books
It’s not an exaggeration to say this book changed my life.
I grump
But I frown and sigh all the way to the car, down the highway, and into the parking lot.
To All the Boys I’ve Rejected Before
The whole thing was awkward, really.
Give Me Your Weary
If someone isn’t tired, who are they? Can they stand up?
The Hitchhikers
When I returned, snails lurked in every corner.
sit for moment
“I don’t have my keys,” I told Luke.
Crucially, Non-Cancerous (Part III)
I started tearing up as I agreed to the epidural and signed the paperwork.
The Most Serious Business
It’s fun to imagine a conversation with myself from high school. There are things that would surprise him, and some that wouldn’t faze him, but one thing I know would make him jump up and down in the air with excitement: I’ve been podcasting about Homestuck for the...
