Admit It
At the risk of trivializing everything else, one of the things that scares me most about the president is his refusal to admit to tiny mistakes.
One Day We’ll Tell the Story
But one day we started to tell the story, and as we heard it coming from our mouths we knew it meant the story was behind us, and we had lived through it.
Community Switching
Someday I think I’ll stay, and perhaps that will be the hardest choice of all.
Going Nowhere
When it is, in fact, your duty not to go anywhere, going to nowhere starts to look like going somewhere.
The District Sleeps Alone Again
It’s been almost a month since I hopped on the 92 bus and sat next to my soccer teammate on the way to our game, both of us taking turns to explain why we’re running late this time.
Mailbag from Myself
No one has any idea what to do, and we’re all trying to use what we’ve got to make things work.
Snail Saga, Pt. 2: Cohabitating with Tiny Corpses
When confronted with a dozen or so unexpected snails, one faces questions of moral principle one never thought one would.
“Trying Experience,” 6 Letters –
It’s tempting, as the writer, to make a trite connection here to challenges I have previously risen to (a potentially boring speech about crossword puzzles).
Entropy
The first time I saw them, I was sitting on Cotter’s lap—he had been my best friend for probably six years at that point—at a meeting I crashed after coming home early from France.
Isolation Isogloss
If language has a glue, it’s social interaction.
