Nathan Hilbrands

I Was Wrong About the Winter Olympics

Two weeks of flag waving and national anthem singing didn’t sound very enjoyable.

Why do just a phone call when you can do a call while descending into skull caverns with an inventory full of cheese and bombs?

Nearing the top of the lift, I open my eyes to the blue-tinted night and feel the most alive I’ve felt in a long time.

Giving up when confronted with the imperfections of the world isn’t going to make the world a better place.

Retreating into the solitude of the wilds is an image I associate with the greens of a beech-maple forest, not the muted browns of the prairie.

For dessert, Martha’s Cookies sells cookies by the bucket and by the cup.

Am I a product of all of the sticks, stones, and leaves I have encountered throughout my life?

The blue jays we were ignoring are more striking birds.