Roger and Me
We kept walking and eventually heard the faint sound of a practice session coming from a small side court with bleacher seating.
A (Not As Sappy) Note
Your stories gave me a community when I felt I had none.
What Is It You Plan to Do?
The moment I began to slide, I thought of nothing.
The Wheels on the Struggle Bus (or Julia’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day)
HOW DARE THE SUN SHINE WHEN I FEEL LIKE A PIECE OF TRASH STUCK ON THE UNDERSIDE OF A PARK BENCH THAT HAS BEEN PEED ON BY DOG.
Little Fires Everywhere: A Book Review
What if the fairy-tale village is not so innocent? What if the destitute mother sues for custody? What if Cinderella seduces the prince?
A Pindaric Ode for the Paris Gay Games
So, in order to commemorate these tenth Gay Games, I have decided to pen my very own over-the-top, saccharinely sincere Pindaric ode. Let’s hope it’s not, well, terrible.
Jack
As if knowing he was a caricature of a human, Grandpa Jack did most if not all of these things with a pipe in his mouth.
Help!
I always tried to do the independent thing first—I’ll call my own tow-truck, I’ll look for my own apartment, I’ll find a job, I’ll pick a grad program.
On Ice Climbing and John Prine
Spend the next four years, and hopefully not eight, dear God hopefully not eight, fighting for those wild and important places.
Silence / Noise
It’s a typically bustling city now silent and eerie, “Jingle Bell Rock” echoing forlornly down the avenues.
