The Posts I Didn’t Write
I almost wrote about the aquarium, about my approaching wedding, and about my cats one more time for good measure.
Post-Show Reflections
It’s challenging to express joy or sympathy onstage when your default habit is checking whether your eyebrows are expressing intrigue or ennui.
An Open Apology to Austin Butler
Why did I judge you for changing your voice from normal to sillily sexy?
Dating Advice For My Past Self
You’ll realize that you don’t want someone who won’t cry with you when you’re mourning.
Pastors’ Lives Through a PK’s Eyes
When I lost count of the congregants who had taken the mic to say a word, I did give my watch more than one glance.
Us
We order cookies for delivery because I convince you they will make me feel better.
Callused
Time and friction.
Quarter-Century
I’ve lived for twenty-five years, but I think these last five have been my favorite.
Texts I Sent While Reading Little Rot
Something is wrong, but fixable. Surely these characters won’t break it further at every turn.
“TY Letter Out Soon!”
At this point, it feels like I’m writing thank you notes out of obligation, like I had the equivalent of an internet wedding and instead of noting gifts given, I’m thanking them for playing a game with me for four hours.
