My Mother’s Grey Hair
My mother has earned every one of her grey hairs.
Silver Lining
I’d love to claim any of the righteous reasons I might use to defend the bus: environmentalism, patience, solidarity with my surroundings… but the truth is I just like it better.
A Case for the Color Red
How much do we love red? We crush rocks for it. We smash bugs for it.
I’m Glad You Are Here
My grandmother is slowly forgetting. Everything.
The Lord of the Fart Noises
Jesus’s ambiguous (or else horribly inaccurate) ethnicity isn’t even my main problem with most of the ways Jesus is depicted in media. It’s that he’s often ridiculously and unbearably boring.
Ode to the Memories
Like if I stand still for too long, I’ll melt into a little grief puddle.
My Love Affair with Language
Linguistics helps us rediscover the gift of language, a gift that we haven’t lost but have neglected to say thank you for.
Of Falcons and Folly
Out of the corner of my eye, a grey bolt of lightning shot out from behind the gothic-style church on the corner across from North Quad.
RIP Kobe
Kobe Bryant was more than a basketball player; that much has never been in doubt.
Snail Saga, Pt. 1: Carl Sagan the Ukrainian Mail-Order Snail
myhappysnails.com had assured me: “There is no smell in the place where snails live in.”
