A Love Letter to my Galentines
I have written in countless birthday cards, “I don’t know where I would be without you.”
Slouching Towards Lent
In a life where fasting is underutilized, one forty-day stint is not going to make a big difference.
Lacking a Love Language
And yet my experience of love is deep and varied, though not in a way that amatonormativity and our limited language surrounding love recognizes.
The Punisher
Smashing a guitar on SNL is the most Phoebe Bridgers action possible.
Reckless
I am resigned to spending my entire allotment of time for recklessness trapped within the confines of a single city.
“That Place is to the West of Us Still”
Despite the islanders’ departure, the islands of St. Kilda are still there, still beautiful, still alive.
Why Am I Teaching Romeo & Juliet?
Yet the saddest part is that in their obsession with each other, Romeo and Juliet are constantly oblivious to the people around them who love them so incredibly much.
Mark as Read
I’ve always wanted to know what other people are reading and discovering and mulling over and delighting in.
We have Always Been the Future, Pt. 2
This newfound freedom is not packaged individually; it is meant to be shared.
The Urgent Reality of Heaven
If all of creation is spinning towards destruction, why does anything matter at all?
