Top Ten
Who knew when we’d see each other again, with the pandemic rolling in and the economy flipping belly-up, with graduation and wedding and career plans scattering in the air like confetti.
My Spring in Five Courses
I have named our pop-up restaurant Le Cabine. This restaurant has everything: grammatical inaccuracy, two cats hanging around at all times, and the world’s first ever Michelin Moon.
Inside COVID-19’s Cheering Section
People will die, the economy might tank, and my Italian honeymoon’s on the line, but somehow, it feels like I have a conflict of interest.
ORANGES
sometimes I’m sorry I was not
all green and yellow lights.
Wisconsin
“I’m glad you’re here, Will,” said David, “because Sarah and I have an announcement to make.”
Mind Your Shotgun
Today I smell dead quail and gunpowder. Today I taste sweat. Good things, and my attention comes on its own.
An Open Letter to Owls
I will have you know that you all used to be one of my favorite animals.
N is for Northwest: A Letter
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.
F is for Fermata
I don’t know what home means without you.
A Brief Account of Recent Miracles
I’m writing about the extraordinary.
