Christmas Eve, Anticipation, and Alexander Ovechkin
There’s something about Waldorf, Maryland that just screams “mundane!”
Why I Always Come Back to ‘Reply 1988’
It seems Korea fell in love with this aspect of the show just as much as I would less than a year later.
If Christmas Letters Were Honest
Christmas letters, in essence, are highlight reels.
The Whittling
Are our true selves buried under all our stuff?
Why I Stopped Writing
The girl who had spent her teenage years wearing Lord of the Rings costumes to the grocery store grew more polished and careful, but then the mask started to fit a little too well.
Loved, Seen, and Cared For
Not everyone is everything to everybody.
Siri Goes to School
ChatGPT can compose serviceable feminist criticism, of the kind I’d expect to receive from my first-year undergrads.
Singing Christmas
Sure, hitting the high note in “O Holy Night” by yourself is an accomplishment. But belting the high note in Handel’s Messiah in a hundredfold choir is true musical ecstasy.
Fleas Almost Defeated Me
Idiots. They had stealth, but I had Google search.
Light
The older I become, the more I am convinced that Christmas is about abundance that looks like scarcity.
