A Feta-Up Girl’s Guide to Goud(a) Vegan Dairy
Did I do research for this? No. That sounds expensive.
Broadway Performers are Amazing, and So Are Your Neighbors
I have never felt lacking in amazing theatre, and neither should you.
They Will Run and Not Grow Weary, They Will Bask and Not Grow Superstitious
I wrote a play, how cool is that?
Who’s Asking, Anyway?
Expressing a need isn’t always the same thing as asking someone else to fulfill it, even if you wouldn’t turn down an offer.
How to Finish a Painting Without Losing Your Mind
Oops, you don’t have time for a crisis—the paints are drying as we speak.
Confessions of a (Not Really) Gamer Girl
I enjoyed games the way I enjoyed reading; I wanted to walk through the story side by side with the character and feel a part of something, but I didn’t want an evil boss to leap out of the story and fight me.
(Unconventionally) Rating New Experiences in 2024
Weekly square dancing is like doing your astronomy lab homework: it’s more mathematical than you hoped, but at least you’re having fun.
The Spiral
It’s hard not to think of repeated patterns as some kind of failure.
Places I, the Real Jane Austen, Would Haunt
Jane would be rolling her eyes with the rest of the podcast (g)hosts.
Some Hot Takes on the Internet Archive Lawsuit
Pirating books en masse means depriving authors of pay for their work, impacting both their ability to create and the fate of future books.
Choose Some Labels, and I’ll Tell You If You’re a Fraud
I don’t mind being without labels, but I struggle to be without narratives.
Post-Show Reflections
It’s challenging to express joy or sympathy onstage when your default habit is checking whether your eyebrows are expressing intrigue or ennui.
He Would Have Been
There is no path that ends perfectly.
Loneliness, Aging, and Cryptids: A Typical Spring
I’m afraid of aging, but I’m determined to enjoy it as it comes, if I can just figure out how.
An Anti-Ode to Overhead Lighting
Overhead lights were created by an evil mastermind to simulate the timelessness of a void.
Hey, What If You Weren’t So Abusive About Teaching Art?
Being a student with things to learn was her fault, of course.
A Fool’s Guide to Secret Santa
(It will turn out, just not until the party has already begun.)
Lord, Keep Me at Arm’s Length
It didn’t help that the church could encourage the kind of thinking I battled, with sermons calling you to assess your naturally selfish heart and take hold of your mind with the iron grip of Christ until you’ve molded it into a humble servant of God.
This Post Is Not About Moving
I feel a stiffening worry that the newness will turn sour, that everything will go wrong.
This Day in Ghostory
Yikes, George!
Ohio, and Other Forbidden Loves
Everywhere that has ever been called home by someone is beautiful.
The Mortifying and the Mundane
I assume one of Dante’s pit stops is a level of hell where you show up to a party whose host likes you well enough but wasn’t expecting you to come.
