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.
Anna Jeffries graduated in 2020 with a degree in mathematics and English literature. Originally from Asheville, NC, she now lives in Lansing, MI with her husband and three ferrets. Besides pursuing her Master’s in Data Science, her other interests include Frasier, ethical technology, BBC murder mysteries, travel, and queer faith.
The Ball Jar
She believes he is a hypocrite, as he strives to become a Linkedin cryptobro while downplaying her own efforts to become a deinfluencer.
One Green Atom of Justice
You always think they can’t sink any lower, but you’re always surprised.
What Oppenheimer Isn’t
My impression is that a great many people are dissatisfied with the film because they asked all the wrong questions.
Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall
But we don’t do anything about it.
The Problem With Parents
Parents have no entitlement to their children’s lives unless they wish to breed mistrust and resentment.
Review: “My First Year of Grad School”
It’s rarely a good thing to be the guinea pigs for anything.
The Final Word
Stop littering! Stop using hollow cardboard words!
Thoughts on Popular Death
I wish we would pay death its due, despite our reality TV shows and action movies and awful country tunes.
Welcome to the 1-800-GRADSCHOOL Hotline
We encourage you to recognize that your grunt labor for them is really grunt labor for us, and we would like to make sure we get as much out of you as possible before allowing you to limp away free.
The Office
Michael Scott is a menace and I still don’t know how his character became so fucking popular among millennials.
A Fine Balance
I have always wanted to believe in a generous God. But I am also afraid.
Mind the Gap
Remember how infuriating that person who wouldn’t pass in the passing lane was? Don’t be that person.
I’m Running With Scissors
I don’t know this new brain of mine or what I can do with it. I didn’t know my Lexapro brain or my Zoloft brain, either.
One Body Dysmorphic
You sit inside the dedicated four walls that purportedly house the holy body, but your own body feels bad because you’ve been led to believe you can’t feel anything else.
Hunger
Maybe he just wasn’t hungry enough. Maybe I am too hungry.
The Promise is Not Vain
There’s a lot of delicate ground around when one is something “enough” to take up the rainbow.
Skins and Friends
I feel as though I ought to have a more bold and discrete position.
Monocropping and Me
I know it’s not a popular thing—to say I am against eating plant foods
Strangers in the Night
The way that people come together for a prolonged moment around music is kind of bizarre.
Inspector Lewis and the Ordinary
Hathaway has his head and Lewis has his heart, and together they make a force to be reckoned with.
A Reformed Protestant in Purgatory
I’ve started considering that there’s more to the idea than just talking to flight agents and snapping at my husband.
On the Road Again
I always find it such a nasty shock when friends of my heart become friends of the road and quickly recede in my rearview mirror.
My Love/Hate Relationship with Lorde
I didn’t ask to be stuck with all these other fans.
Shorting Creative Outlets
I don’t want to believe that this is going to be adulthood forever, a thick haze of inertia.
Francis and Me
And blah blah blah, we all know the analytic drill here.
Hardening My Heart
Trying to be a one hundred percent Christian is exhausting and impossible.
In Defense of YA
To say there is nothing of value in popular, accessible literature read by many in their formative young adult years is narrow, elitist, and preposterous.
Of Monsters and Men
There is no loneliness like the loneliness in our own strangeness and darkness.
Being a Parent with No Maternal Instinct
I love my two little carpet sharks with all of my heart, but being a ferrant is exhausting.
