Walking in Warsaw
This is a stock-image city. Sharp. Neutral. Orderly.
The Heart Is a Muscle
It wasn’t a bleeding heart that sent me overseas for those years.
The Destruction Phase
Sometimes things have outgrown their usefulness, or are proven to be harmful, or you just find a better way.
Career Diversity
On good days, I remember that a job is just a job and that sometimes jobs change.
Option X
What’s the hotline number for when the word “die” echoes in your brain so blandly that you almost don’t notice it anymore?
In Celebration of Being a True Crime Wimp
I texted my friend with the encyclopedic podcast knowledge to ask why she liked true crime. Instead, she told me why she quit.
In Season
Perhaps I am a person who loves the seasons because they help me know that time is truly passing.
The Aftermath
The palm and mangrove trees were stripped of their leaves, and much of the vegetation on the island has turned brown.
Not Working
“Gotta make hay,” we’ll say to each other as we stumble out of bed at six a.m. to milk cows.
On Spiracles and Stingray Lagoons
Spiracles. What a ridiculous name for the very thing that keeps you alive.
