Pray-mantising
The next morning she was clutching the screen door with her dainty insect toes.
Mailbag from Myself
No one has any idea what to do, and we’re all trying to use what we’ve got to make things work.
Snail Saga, Pt. 2: Cohabitating with Tiny Corpses
When confronted with a dozen or so unexpected snails, one faces questions of moral principle one never thought one would.
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.
