The Time ‘The Lion King’ Saved My Uterus
The answer is “yes,” Sir Elton John. I could feel the love that night.
Nostalgia, But for What?
It’s hard to deny there’s something that I miss, even if it doesn’t make sense to me.
Promises
I remembered my baptism when I dipped my hand in the frigid blue water of a glacier, when I felt mist clinging to my face and dampening my clothes, when I watched the graceful, floating powdered sugar descent—deceptively powerful—of waterfall after waterfall after waterfall.
A Lament for Southwest Airlines
Southwest assumed the best of its passengers and treated them like smart, capable people. And we rose to the occasion.
Contra Time-Space Compression
I’m obsessed with the context that traveling by land brings to my destination, in a similar way that visiting a friend in their hometown is such a joy.
They Will Run and Not Grow Weary, They Will Bask and Not Grow Superstitious
I wrote a play, how cool is that?
Attending My Ex-Boyfriend’s Wedding
They drove off to their honeymoon in the same car he used to drive in college.
Is there a god of Cars?
God the Creator, Mitsubishi the Manufacturer.
On Buying a Chair
I lie and say that I’ve bought chairs and they’ll take a while to ship. The dust settles in my cart again.
Gen L
There’s some aspect of being human, some primal need for face-to-face connection and physical contact that no amount of DMing, texting, or phone calls can fill.
