On Being a Good Tenant
I care a lot about things like that. I want people to remember good things about me.
Pray-mantising
The next morning she was clutching the screen door with her dainty insect toes.
Mailbag from Myself
No one has any idea what to do, and we’re all trying to use what we’ve got to make things work.
Entropy
The first time I saw them, I was sitting on Cotter’s lap—he had been my best friend for probably six years at that point—at a meeting I crashed after coming home early from France.
42°55′16″N 85°37′19″W
“Why is no one washing their hands before going to lunch?!”
Peacocks in the Neighborhood
“There are peacocks in Creston?!??”
Fear, Formula, and Getting Better
It’s like merging onto a highway when you’re not sure you remember how to drive.
Silver Lining
I’d love to claim any of the righteous reasons I might use to defend the bus: environmentalism, patience, solidarity with my surroundings… but the truth is I just like it better.
Crushing It
Discovering each new piece of her was a treasure only surpassed by the next discovery. It did not take too long before she agreed to make our relationship official.
How’s That Working Out for You
But the first time I stepped on the treadmill, I realized I don’t know how to run when I’m not moving myself forward.
