Confessions of a Deconstructionist
I never never ran away and planted my war flag on the hill of secularism.
I Don’t Think I’ll Ever Write That Novel
I still have dozens of word docs I abandoned in my early twenties in my Google Drive or on my hard drive.
Yet Another Confession About Weddings
I laughed at these wedding magazines, and implicitly, at the women who read them, until this year.
Confessions of a Murder Junkie
At least you aren’t sweating bullets because you put one through a relation on the very afternoon Hercule Poirot stopped by.
Silence on Yr Wyddfa
A perfect amount of quiet time, for reconnection and reflection…except that my thoughts were absolute nonsense.
Broadway Performers are Amazing, and So Are Your Neighbors
I have never felt lacking in amazing theatre, and neither should you.
I Want To Be Superman
As cheesy as it sounds, I sometimes ask myself, “What would Superman do?”
Confessions of Someone With a Unique Name
I relished when a substitute teacher would do roll call and I’d prepare to say, “It’s pronounced ‘Carlisle’.”
Confessions of a Wannabe Activist
I asked my boyfriend, “Are we bad protestors?”
Confessions of an Amoeba Pringle Man
My fourth confession: I don’t talk about this.
