A Costa Rican Culinary Experience
We learned how to split the exterior with our fingernails to access the fleshy white fruit inside.
The Last Bookstore and the Edge of the Map
It’s not a tomb in a solid or permanent way, not a grave. This is the gilded foyer to another world.
The Poor You Will Always Have With You
Yet, I remembered over coffee, a broad view of justice may sometimes include simply “giving people a fish.”
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).
