Songs for the Rain
Rainy days have always felt exceedingly genuine.
Hunger
Maybe he just wasn’t hungry enough. Maybe I am too hungry.
Legacy America
I remember thinking, with all the considerable certainty that a fifteen-year-old can muster, that if this doesn’t change us, nothing will.
Inches in Ireland
We stood at the summit of the 8,424-inch-tall Cliffs of Moher for an interminable stretch, taking in the majesty of lush green pasture giving sudden way to jagged, vertical, bird-nest-spotted stone yielding in turn to frothing, unabating ocean.
Our Alma Mater and the Year of the Event
The Event creates a new subject, a new person.
“Do You Have a Disability?”
If you’ve only seen my face in the square photo below this post, you probably don’t know I have ectrodactyly.
An Ode to Norm’s
From birthdays to holidays to regular weekend trips, Norm’s has been a staple of happy summer moments.
Vampire Taught Me How to Write About Pain
It will sneak up on you, young writer, the temptation to use the power of your words in monstrous, bloody ways.
History, What Is It Good For?
I’ve heard it said that historians are the “mules of academia.”
“Top of the Morning” and Other Fake Goodbyes
Which emails and conversations am I signing off “top of the morning” and which are a definitive “see ya never, loser”?
