Category Archives: Washington
“I’m glad you’re here, Will,” said David, “because Sarah and I have an announcement to make.”
Today I smell dead quail and gunpowder. Today I taste sweat. Good things, and my attention comes on its own.
I will have you know that you all used to be one of my favorite animals.
I can’t get over how urgent this essay published in 1836 remains today. And I urgently, madly want to annoy you all with it.
I don’t know what home means without you.
I’m writing about the extraordinary.
I’m committing to following this path as best I can, although I can’t see the turns ahead and everyone disagrees about the map.
When Joanna and I bought groceries the next day from a store unironically named Winn-Dixie, the cashier chatted with us about our beer and asked, “So what are ya’ll doing later today?” in a way that made me feel rude for not including her.
Her writing was an act of taking a love that for centuries had been pushed to the margins and defiantly sticking it on the center of the page.