You’re on Your Own, Kid
No one else can carry me to the finish line.
At Pickerel Lake
I think everyone should be allowed to have a few things on their mind, so long as they get sorted out eventually.
The Difference a Decade Makes
It’s 8:38 on a Friday night and I am nowhere near anything that can be described as “cool.”
Having Fun Isn’t Hard
Those are the things that the metadata leaves out.
I Can’t Live With or Without Cars
I felt like I could drive literally anywhere in the world. And I loved that feeling. And I hated that I loved it.
Past, Present, and Future
I am too young to be having a midlife crisis and too old for a quarter-life one.
I Survive 5 Minutes in Jurassic Park
Gabbie Eisma: a 5’2” woman of outstanding imagination and library fines. 23 years old. (Note to costumes manager: Eisma should be wearing a salmon-colored button-up shirt over a blue tank top, khaki shorts, round sunglasses, and hiking boots.) (Both booted feet come...
Twenty-Nine and Counting
I carry a nostalgia the rest of the day that aches from the reality that some lives have been lived and some friendships have blurred.
The Warmth of Community
They made a makeshift cardboard torch from our flame and took it to help light a fire for their kids.
