On Being a Good Tenant
I care a lot about things like that. I want people to remember good things about me.
A Cross Section of My Twitter Likes
Oftentimes when I go looking for spiritual poetry outside of Mary Oliver, I can’t find anything beyond super sanitized Christian verses.
Excerpts from My Quarantine Cooking Diaries
Today, I cooked to affirm my belonging.
Mississippi Dog
At that moment, Cline walked up and said, in his miraculously gentle drawl, “You can take her home if you want to.”
Consistency
I’m angry that saying “Don’t tell me what to do” is more American than saying “Tell me how to help.”
The World in Pieces, We Are Planting Trees
I feel caught up in a collective urge to tend things.
Unfairness
I am naturally impatient, so I went straight to the climax (chapters 38 to 42) because I needed answers.
The Megasaw
It’s hard to hear the voice inside my own head over the roar of the megasaw, much less the whisper of the earth.
Devs and Our Determined (?) End
Throughout the show, many of the actors deliver their lines with an intentional flatness, and I initially misinterpreted this flatness as both bad acting and a way of communicating a thesis.
Snail Saga, Pt. 3: Snails in the Shadow of COVID-19
There isn’t much I’ve enjoyed more recently than watching Clive—Clive Snails Lewis, to give him his full title—wrap his slimy self around a carrot.
