Entropy
The first time I saw them, I was sitting on Cotter’s lap—he had been my best friend for probably six years at that point—at a meeting I crashed after coming home early from France.
Peacocks in the Neighborhood
“There are peacocks in Creston?!??”
Cerulean Waves
I run down the dune to be closer to the water and it feels like I’m flying. I don’t think about climbing back up.
Snail Saga, Pt. 1: Carl Sagan the Ukrainian Mail-Order Snail
myhappysnails.com had assured me: “There is no smell in the place where snails live in.”
Little Women, Bieber, and Thou
As Smith, Buber, and Gerwig remind me, we cannot be fully actualized people to everyone we meet
The Same, The Truth
We tell the stories as we want to know them, withholding the details that would round them into truth.
To All the Twenties I’ve Been Before
Dear twenty-seven-year-old Caroline,
Quit your job.
Frozen, Again
Like so many great dynasties before it, Disney’s empire is built on a chorus of tiny voices.
On the Way
Days like these, I can’t follow a podcast, and music sounds too loud, the tempo much faster than I remembered, the lyrics and storytelling much less compelling.
Pros and Cons
That’s a heavy con for Madison (Pros: Government job benefits, Roommate Night with my best friends, a church that has become home, cheese).
