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.
Hey Susannah, You Don’t Need to Carry Everyone’s Backpacks
Well okay, Stephen Sondheim, just go ahead and call me right out.
Chocolate & Homage
We always returned to our mother beaming, holding up the objective of our mission.
Prayer for the Internet
Be with the internet archivists, continually trying to record an ever-shifting and ever-decaying virtual world.
Morning Walks
Sometimes I take my tea, and sometimes I don’t.
