On Freedom
I have only been told that I am free, but not what that is for.
Songs Ranked By Utility
Points against: The only time you need to know the names of Santa’s reindeer is to sing this song.
Disaffiliate Me
I didn’t think it would be difficult for me to return to my home church.
Love You Much, Grandpa from the Farm
He extended his index and the remaining three-quarters of his middle finger: “that’s two—not one and a half!”
On Days Off…I Still Don’t Know What to Do
My hobby has now become my full-time job.
A Little Further Along: A Letter to Future tpc Writers
Writing is a lot like your first eyeglass prescription. Suddenly, it is very intense to be alive.
What Did I Eat?
Since I wrote that last post in September, what I eat has become equally as significant as whom I’m eating with.
He Would Have Been
There is no path that ends perfectly.
Namesake
She loved us a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck, and told us so all the time.
On Being Young and Still Lonely
My loneliness is an echo from a silent sound, a shadow with an invisible caster.
