Hesiod, Hope, and El Camino
Let’s Greek out, y’all.
Seagrove Beach, September 25
“Fine. How about a chicken?”
Haunting
I don’t believe in ghosts. I do believe that wicked work cannot be hidden.
An Open Letter to Owls
I will have you know that you all used to be one of my favorite animals.
Settling
One of the things about moving around a lot is that people start to ask you, “Does it feel like home?”
Plan B or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Special Fields Exam
An unexpected call, just before the exam starts. A worried glance down at a phone, a quick “excuse me.”
1 Corinthians 13, 2019
Love never cancels. But where there are conservative and progressive platforms, they will cease; where there are vigorous debates, they will be quieted; where there is a think piece, it will pass away.
Why
I write because someone once said, “Only two jobs can speak for the dead: detectives and writers.”
Remembering
When we cannot speak to God, cannot even say the barest “I love you,” we are carried.
Back to the Basics
Thirteen years later, I realize I made a bad trade. Mom, you were right. No one is surprised.
