The Jersey Shore
Rusty antennae form a kind of industrial crown of thorns, and the typeface doesn’t say “beach day” as much as “we interrupt this program to bring you a SEVERE WEATHER ALERT.”
Communal Tooth-Brushing
No performance. No personal space.
Trader Joe’s
Spoiler alert: I get lost in Meijer.
The New York Thruway
The GPS says three hundred miles to the next turn, and the only thing you can do is pop on the next episode of Serial, mentally prepare yourself for the amount of tolls you are going to E-ZPass through, and settle in.
Farmers Markets
If I need a healthier item in a hurry, I can always spend my entire paycheck on just one item at the Lexington Co-op, which is located only a few blocks from my apartment.
Microsoft Paint
Jackson Polluck wishes.
How Reality TV Salvaged My Relationship With Food
Lured by my sweet tooth, I consumed my first and last pickle at the age of five.
Chasing Worship
It’s also hard to worship while mentally taking notes on ways to improve for next week.
Back to the Beans
I remember the first time I had coffee that didn’t taste like sludge.
A Fine Balance
I have always wanted to believe in a generous God. But I am also afraid.
