Finding Home
We could’ve seen the excessive nail-marks in the wall as holes, but we chose to see them as opportunities—convenient holders for tiki umbrellas during our tropical-themed party.
Why I Wanted to Leave the Church, and Why I Stayed
I didn’t question if they still loved me; I questioned whether they thought I belonged in the house of God and if I would stay.
A Field Guide for Spotting a Good Adaptation
Instead of caring about Oberon, Titania, Puck, and their compatriots, I spent my time wondering what chaos backstage had created the confusion onstage.
Terminal Restlessness
But grown women usually don’t wail on an eight-hour flight over the Atlantic.
Healing Girl Summer
I’ve dubbed this summer as “healing girl summer” (instead of the trendy and probably more fun, TikTok-approved hot girl summer).
fecundity!
Despite our best efforts, however, okra gets overly large and woody, tomatoes drop to the ground and burst, lettuce bolts, and basil goes to seed.
The Toilet
He looked at the toilet, catching my eye with a light that told me he already saw the heavenly cubit instructions.
A Place I Mostly Hated
The outlets worked some of the time but not always, and bugs could come in through a crack in the door frame that didn’t shut when you closed the door.
I Think Your Intentionally Hairless Body Is Weird
I can sympathize with bowing to the weight of societal pressure, but the potential roots of that pressure make me deeply uncomfortable.
Concertgoing
The employee scanning tickets even told me excitedly that I was the second person ever to use their “add tickets to Apple Wallet” feature.
