Category Archives: Placeless
At the risk of trivializing everything else, one of the things that scares me most about the president is his refusal to admit to tiny mistakes.
But one day we started to tell the story, and as we heard it coming from our mouths we knew it meant the story was behind us, and we had lived through it.
Someday I think I’ll stay, and perhaps that will be the hardest choice of all.
When it is, in fact, your duty not to go anywhere, going to nowhere starts to look like going somewhere.
It’s tempting, as the writer, to make a trite connection here to challenges I have previously risen to (a potentially boring speech about crossword puzzles).
If language has a glue, it’s social interaction.
Whoever said money can’t buy happiness clearly never bought a cozy cerulean sweater.
Will the sting of the adhesive ripping against our tender skin be an experience we can learn and grow from?
If terroir survives the conceptual transplant from grape-growing to bread-baking, then it’s no surprise that I’ve failed to replicate my grandma’s bread.