Legacy America
I remember thinking, with all the considerable certainty that a fifteen-year-old can muster, that if this doesn’t change us, nothing will.
Category Archives: Michigan
On the Sinking Ship
Decrying my job seems particularly ironic as a virtual teacher.
A Teacher’s Farewell
I never thought I would need to make an explicit rule banning headlocks, but you guys proved me wrong.
Green, Gold, and Red Tape
But if you manage to complete this step, you’re pre-qualified. You’ve qualified to see if you qualify.
Strangers in the Night
The way that people come together for a prolonged moment around music is kind of bizarre.
Shelling and Your 20s
Our days at the beach are grounding, measured by low tides and the direction of the waves.
The Morality of Dying Plants
I know that keeping plants alive and being tidy aren’t moral achievements, but sometimes I let myself feel that way.
Ode to Thrift Store Skates
It all came so much easier to my pigeon-toed feet than walking ever will.
An End, A Continuation
If I retire to my room early, it’s hard not to feel a twinge of guilt.
My Bible
I can’t explain, even to myself, why I’ve taken such pains to keep one previous owner’s “Streaky Bay Parish Announcer” bulletin from December ’65 in its proper page.
