Confessions of a Second-Year Gardener; or, Celebrating Inadequacy
More often than not, I’ve found myself wanting to walk away from the garden this year.
The Post I Never Wrote
Someone like that went to Calvin the same time I did and learned completely different lessons. That’s the piece, I thought.
Grumpy in Northern Michigan
This season I crave stability more than adventure.
A Mourning Dove on the News
I silently noted the tiles on the sidewalks, the salty flavor of miso soup, the glimpse of a persimmon tree behind the chapel.
Summer Joys and Blues
When I ran out of school, I crashed into grief.
What I Used To Be
In some shots, you can see things that I recognize from my childhood—a clock, a chair, some of the my brother’s first toys.
I Was Wrong About My Snake Plant
Marla was making her way in the world.
*Record Scratch*
Now, where were we? Ah, yes, “Please, God.”
Where Nobody Knows Your Name
I’ve chased the magic of that game, trying to replicate the environment a few times since.
Collecting Vinyls Without a Record Player
Giving up when confronted with the imperfections of the world isn’t going to make the world a better place.
