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.
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.
