On Creative Droughts
It was the worst writer’s block I’ve experienced—not even like pushing a boulder up a hill but like pushing against a wall.
Siren’s Semantics
I’m pretty sure this one is McDonald’s’ fault.
I Can’t Stay Here
I became used to telling people about the bridges I burned, but that’s not quite right.
Calvin, Redacted
Nearly all sound consists of God and dew.
The Politics of Coaching Youth Sports
And so I watched the first game, where we lost spectacularly with a score of 10-0.
Lichen and Synths: A Sliver of Trans History
But I’m writing about both, even if they are only connected by gender, because I want you to know them.
Not Your Typical Relationship Audit
I started to wonder if it was wise to trust and admire so many people I didn’t truly know.
Back to the Mountain
That’s how I felt, at 10 p.m. on a Sunday night, in a town that you may never visit—with my stethoscope around my neck, gloves on my hands, and ski boots on my feet.
This Is Supposed to Be Fun
I suppose it’s encouraging to recognize ways that I’ve grown since then, but I’m frustrated by what feels unfinished.
Security Blanket
All the while, the Soviet Union had parked their own ships nearby.
