(N)itrogen (N)erd
Being a terrifying nitrogen nerd is one of my brother’s very few failings, and in this case it turned out to be a great help.
Being a terrifying nitrogen nerd is one of my brother’s very few failings, and in this case it turned out to be a great help.
I used to finish races like that so sweaty and happy and exhilarated that I didn’t need any rum to feel like the queen of the world.
There are several “worst parts” about driving across the country.
But I will often retrace the roads and words I’ve taken and exhale, exultant.
Seven years later, I am now in Grand Rapids again, which is a kind of beautiful, full-circle moment.
I care a lot about things like that. I want people to remember good things about me.
But I will say that—for me—being confined to my home has sometimes felt liberating in a small and quiet way.
I didn’t tell her we are planning on leaving too,
and I won’t get to say goodbye.
“Kids can’t learn when they don’t feel loved, right?”
It’s like merging onto a highway when you’re not sure you remember how to drive.