If Christmas Letters Were Honest
Christmas letters, in essence, are highlight reels.
The Whittling
Are our true selves buried under all our stuff?
Why I Stopped Writing
The girl who had spent her teenage years wearing Lord of the Rings costumes to the grocery store grew more polished and careful, but then the mask started to fit a little too well.
Loved, Seen, and Cared For
Not everyone is everything to everybody.
Siri Goes to School
ChatGPT can compose serviceable feminist criticism, of the kind I’d expect to receive from my first-year undergrads.
Singing Christmas
Sure, hitting the high note in “O Holy Night” by yourself is an accomplishment. But belting the high note in Handel’s Messiah in a hundredfold choir is true musical ecstasy.
Fleas Almost Defeated Me
Idiots. They had stealth, but I had Google search.
Light
The older I become, the more I am convinced that Christmas is about abundance that looks like scarcity.
The Approval Request Form: An Inquiry
Think of all the catastrophes you could solve for your favorite TV show characters by simply inserting an approval request form
Errand Friends
The beginning of friendships can feel so formal. And it should be, at least a little bit.
