Did You Catch Anything?
I stood in the middle of the stream, my line whizzing back and forth, back and forth as I tried to remind my arm how to lay the line down gently.
What I Read over My Summer Vacation Is…
Kimmerer’s book is—I should stop myself. It’s one of those books that’s easy to lapse into cliché when describing.
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.
