The Invitation
Why twenty-eight? Because that is before twenty-nine, which is before thirty, which is when your life is over.
The Cheapest Thrills Are Aged like Fine Wine
We heard rumors of a massage chair in the lobby.
How I Got Kicked Off Tinder in 24 Hours
Spain, far from the responsibilities of work and the student newspaper (as well as from the watchful eyes of my parents) seemed like my best opportunity, at least for a casual fling.
“All grown-ups were once children. But only few of them remember it.”
These exchanges are, in my experience, among the most animated, delight-ridden; for a moment, a spirit of childlike wonder reawakens inside us as we remember what it was like to experience the story for the first time.
After Christmas, The Eternal Days
Somewhere along the way I lost one half of my favorite pair of mittens, like a minor arc in Little Women, and I tried to not let it ruin my day.
To My Fellow Post Calvin Writers
I’m going to comment on every piece I read for the post this year.
The Dirty Dishes Tub
In life, she said, we often have to sacrifice our ideals for the system that actually works.
Lots on the Brain, Boots on the Feet
He runs away as soon as we take his boots out.
Fest Countdown
I got excited about all the things we are going to be doing at the festival, the conversations I haven’t had yet, all the Diet Cokes I am going to drink.
When Nietzsche Wept
I feel like I’ve never looked so long and hard at that abyss of nothingness.
