Category Archives: Massachusetts
Too many fluffernutters will make you queasy.
In The Color Purple by Alice Walker, Shug tells Celie, “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”
But I will say that—for me—being confined to my home has sometimes felt liberating in a small and quiet way.
As Smith, Buber, and Gerwig remind me, we cannot be fully actualized people to everyone we meet
Perhaps my first mistake was expecting that I would ever entirely grow out of it.
“I’m actually on a connecting flight, traveling to a corn hole tournament. It’s a pretty big deal,” the man in the seat behind me announced.
Could my parents have admitted they were too busy or uncomfortable to teach me? Yes.
Am I mad, bro? No.
I grew up knowing that I would not date a woman unless we were going to get married. No pressure, you’ll know when you know, but figure it out and don’t mess it up or your entire life will be ruined.
I didn’t know how to write about a rain jacket on Palm Sunday after forty-four people died in their churches.