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If you haven’t read this masterpiece, please do yourself a favor and Amazon Prime that sucker in time for some weekend reading.

The Same, The Truth

We tell the stories as we want to know them, withholding the details that would round them into truth.

Unpacking the Bookshelf

Each title is an era trapped in amber, a fossil record of a former self.

Tallow Lights

On this aðfangadagskvöld, it’s my duty to tell you specifically about the final Yule Lad, who arrives tonight. His name is Kertasníkir, and if you know Icelandic, you’re clutching your candles.

Solitude and I-80

And then—after all that hectic activity—all I had to do was drive. For five hours. On the same road. Beside a repeating pattern of corn and soybeans.

A Book for Christmas

It’s really a reflection on what it means to be part of anything, both by birth and by choice, something universal, but told with a strong Dutch-American “accent.”

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatheads

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatheads

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If you are reading this, congratulations. You received this from the past. You have the benefit of hindsight, recaps, twenty-four-hour news cycles.

Sweat and Candy Apples

Sweat and Candy Apples

I was a freshman in high school when my mom lost her mind. By that time, my mom and dad no longer called each other “honey.” Due to a shortage of money, we’d downsized to an apartment, meaning my dad no longer smelled of lawn mowing.

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