My Coworker’s Cat Almost Killed Us Both
Fergie and the goldfish, thankfully, seemed unaffected.
Fergie and the goldfish, thankfully, seemed unaffected.
Today is the first day of autumn, and instead of dreading it, I’m going to try my best to stay hopeful.
A cheesy name celebrating the town it can be found in? 10/10. A charming new addition of orange pool noodles glued to its exterior to ensure social distancing? Dreamy.
I thought I was somehow exempt—because I grew up in other countries or have Jewish blood or have a sister who looks different than me.
No one tells you that the challenge of finding friends and creating community extends beyond just high school, beyond just university.
On good days, I think about John and that chalkboard and the dog under the lectern and I remember the joy of learning new things and the inexhaustible opportunities the world presents for just that.
It’s safe to say that the reading for religion majors lacks the representation of the diversity of the religious world.
Here, lightly edited, are a year of the mundane and serious and baffling things I felt the need to save.
Technically my third home, but my memories begin here.
Looking around the space, a constellation of memories appear.