Don’t Worry, I’m Boring Too
When every thought you had about anything has already been espoused by someone more eloquent and witty than you, universal boredom seems like the inevitable end of human experience.
English Eccentricities
I guess I’ve reached the point of news media consumption at which I expect the phrase “juicy secrets of stars” to concern some vapid, nosy meddling in some stranger’s affairs—my science communication background and research focus notwithstanding.
The Mice in My Kitchen and Holy Envy
The trap I placed committed a horrible violence on such a precious creature.
Maybe the Real Treasure Was the Friends We Didn’t Make Along the Way…
It’s not like me eating a sandwich instead of pasta on July 11, 2011, is going to diverge my entire timeline.
Sartorial Struggles
To put it simply, I don’t know how to dress anymore.
No More Dead Fantasy Moms
The prejudices of this world are irrationally essential to your make-believe one.
Living in Liminal Space
In between is an uncomfortable space that is more often “neither/nor” than “both/and.”
Before and After, Pre and Post
How do you narrate to yourself how you have changed?
Voices of Anxiety
I’ve been discovering different versions of myself lately as the medicine, or lack thereof, messes with my head.
A Love Letter to the Grand Rapids Swing Society
I laugh with them over Codenames and Fluxx, then ask if I can join them for swing dancing the next week.
