A Floor Might Just Be a Big Shelf
I’ve been less decisive about the shelves, however.
An Ode to Half-Baked Harvest
I’m about to introduce you to my best friend.
Death on the Prairie
We are ranchers, I told myself. We are tough in the face of life’s harshness.
Quarter Deposit
The Aldi Quarter is always in motion.
Voicemails
“I guess you might still be sleeping and that’s OK, we can talk soon.”
On the Road Again
I always find it such a nasty shock when friends of my heart become friends of the road and quickly recede in my rearview mirror.
Walden & Wind Turbines
The whole thing was a real exercise in accelerated bildungsroman.
Rattlesnake in the Hallway
I can’t very well store it in my office as usual—five weeks into the semester, I have yet to receive a key.
Simplicity and Music Theory: An Interview with Indie Artist Dashiel
“I find solace in letting things go, letting things be silly and not perfect. “
My Life Stages (Seen Through Transportation)
I’m still afraid I’m boarding the wrong train.
