To Speak or To Die
How does revealing to them that my mother has died help? What’s the point?
Weekends in Chicago
I took an Uber Black back to my hotel just because I could.
Requesting Grumpy Leave
Apple Store Man (Alex). Genius Bar appointment at 11:15am, confirmed death of laptop and had very nice eyes.
Make Me an Instrument
My cohort looked at me funny when I’d walk into class with my trumpet backpack case in tow and I remembered what it felt like to again be the nerdy, weird girl.
Moon Knight: An Alternate Approach to Self-Love
When I watch Oscar Isaac hug himself on my TV screen, I see not only acknowledgment, but also an acceptance and love for the self that I wish I could realize.
Libraries
I am reasonably convinced librarians are the closest thing that exists to wizards.
Graveyards
Cemetery-learned drivers make for slow, steady drivers, who may or may not still bear the mental turmoil of having learned to drive surrounded by dead bodies.
The Office
Michael Scott is a menace and I still don’t know how his character became so fucking popular among millennials.
Curse Tablets
And I just don’t have it in me to explain to a cop why I’m burying Reynolds Wrap under the hostas.
Bicycle Commuting (in Lubbock, Texas)
Cyclists know a city very differently than motorists do—as ants know a backyard very differently than squirrels do.
