Ode to Spring
The winter was long. It was bitter this year. Wasn’t it?
We’re Moving (Or: About Hope)
We wandered our neighborhood, spending nothing to play pickleball on the tennis courts north of us and to watch the sunset from the hill to the south.
How to Code (For Writing Majors)
His work looks like typing at his desk for hours, glancing between three different screens, and not speaking to anyone. It felt oddly familiar.
The Great British Part of the Great British Bake Off
Sue Perkins suddenly whisks the camera away to Oxfordshire to ask a scholar about what he calls “sexy bread:” cake.
On Graduating in the Middle of the Year
But to me, endings have always been quiet.
The Chatbox
“Chat, is this even real?”
The Foundations of the Thresholds
I can hear no seraphim.
Little Ghost
I am unsure of whether we remembered to lock the front door.
I Was a Blonde…
I was blonder than I had ever been for my wedding, which—admittedly—was a bit of an accident.
To DIY a Day
How does one make her sister feel loved when their parents have set the bar so high?
