This is Living
It’s a road trip to New York and it’s eating cookie dough until you’re sick. It’s a rejection email from a job you don’t remember applying for and it’s winning free fries for a year.
The Steward of Gondor is Dead
What is it like to have your life swallowed up in someone else’s epic?
Saturn’s Return
Here’s the thing: I don’t know what a goatsphynx is, but I’m starting to believe it may not be as scary as it sounds.
The Lost Nerds of the 1980s
Mana, spell slots, pocket monsters, and midnight showings are all these worlds ever need.
Interpreter of Maladies
I’ve kept revisiting the fact of Jes’s sickness, worrying it as I would a loose tooth, over and over again, in one essay after another.
The Coastline Paradox
I find myself erasing paragraphs from my drafts in which I apologize for writing it at all.
Crushing It
Discovering each new piece of her was a treasure only surpassed by the next discovery. It did not take too long before she agreed to make our relationship official.
No One to Thank and the Myth of the Lone Genius
While the myth of the lone genius is dangerous for the successful artist, it is absolutely cruel to the aspiring artist.
East Washington
I didn’t like my room when I first moved in. It didn’t have Flynn, for one thing.
My Mom’s Kitchen
There’s a warm spot on the floor in front of the refrigerator—my favorite spot to think.
