The Last Car in the Parking Lot
A part of me always knew the place wasn’t the right fit.
Making Room
You couldn’t take me anywhere as a kid.
Lifetimes: The Gifts My Father Gives
Then there’s hunting, and the days that dad would pull us out of school for a “family emergency” so that we could chase after dogs who chased after pheasants and then watch as their iridescent feathers caught the autumn sun.
When Facts Stop Being Fun
I like knowing the sorts of things they write crossword puzzle clues about; it’s one of the ways I feel like I understand the world I live in.
Is It the Supply Chain, or Is Mercury in Retrograde?
The excessive dramatics might just be because your grandpa is a Leo though.
Great
Where oh where Lord, are these great things?
The Economics of Endangered Species
The blue jays we were ignoring are more striking birds.
The Commute
I reach quasi Tour de France hill climb status.
A Reformed Protestant in Purgatory
I’ve started considering that there’s more to the idea than just talking to flight agents and snapping at my husband.
Not Even Mad About It
“You’re Koster’s sister, right? Why aren’t you a ginger?”
