First Date Formula from an Armchair Anthropologist
Ann walked him the ten minutes to his apartment in the opposite direction of hers—chivalry isn’t dead, folks.
Ann walked him the ten minutes to his apartment in the opposite direction of hers—chivalry isn’t dead, folks.
I think my brain panics and freezes between political fighting and ephemeral flighting.
It’s hard to know how much help is mine to give.
Improv isn’t always about comedy.
When I was a kid, I had a vision of a cafe that I would open someday. It was a warm place, a place that looked like autumn but felt like summer.
Maybe leaning into lazy writing backfired?
I’ve marveled at the sun and the snow and the water and the trees because somehow I’m lucky enough to experience it all.
Start with your community, your neighborhood, your roost.
As someone drawn to haphazardness in my organized religion, I was charmed.
I enjoyed games the way I enjoyed reading; I wanted to walk through the story side by side with the character and feel a part of something, but I didn’t want an evil boss to leap out of the story and fight me.