Full Soul
For the first time, it feels like I’m succeeding at being single and in my twenties.
Reviewing ‘The 8 Lamest Parts of Nats Park’
There’s nothing like watching Teddy come out of the gate looking like he has a chance to finally win, only to get smacked in the face by something and fall flat on his face at the finish line.
American Dreams
I wonder how a man who by all accounts hated tyranny treated his slaves.
I’ll Just Be in the Parking Lot, Struggling
And if I had started to feel faint, I’m not sure I would have let her see.
Sunsets Used to Mean Something (And Now They Do Again)
The sunset memories of my teens are seared. The sunset memories of my twenties are speckled.
First of Shadows, First of Shots
I’d rub my arm and think, being first hurts.
A Freedom I Believe In
So we gathered on Juneteenth, hollering and whooping, as a testament to the impossible.
Market Memories
How did we find it? Where exactly did this core memory take place?
Fainting in D.C.
“You sure you haven’t been smoking weed?” he asked for the third time. “It’s fine if you have, it’s legal.”
Lessons and Carrels
If they checked IDs, I’d never get in. But they don’t, and I wrote my paper, feeling like maybe I understood this place better than its students.
