Matthew McConaughey’s Anti-bedtime Story
I got to sleep eventually.
4,400 Years Ago
As evening settles in, the flickering light of the fire illuminates the faces of family and friends gathered around, eager to hear another story from the family elders.
The Last One
Then, at some point in our spin last night, we caught our collective breath.
Holy Mola Mola
The scene, at first, is more akin to Jaws than Blue Planet—a silent silhouette from out of the hazy depths.
There Is No Safety
The very hard thing I am learning right now—about race, and about myself—is that the rules I have been living by are not very good ones.
Bottle Episode
Yesterday, as I was beginning to write this, a fly filled the room.
Unpacking the Attic: Home in Eight Vignettes
Technically my third home, but my memories begin here.
The Voice in The Basement and Other Romances
The episodes are short stories, and, like short stories, they have the boldness to be small, specific, uncomfortable, or shamelessly tender.
Roads: Untaken, Taken
But I will often retrace the roads and words I’ve taken and exhale, exultant.
SUM(July2013:July2020)
When I got lonely, I would express that feeling by writing about geography, current events, and my personal life, outlining the ways those forces contributed to that loneliness.
