Things That Happened to Me in My First Two Weeks at Calvin
The memory of their faces in this moment is one of two life events that can make me cry on cue.
The memory of their faces in this moment is one of two life events that can make me cry on cue.
Have you ever noticed how intimate sitcoms are?
I’m writing about the extraordinary.
How many other transitions in life are like this: inevitable, beautiful, a blessing, and a pain so deep its aches reverberate through generations.
Between the Jes I think I know and that other Jes, the inexhaustible Jes, the one who slips briefly into view whenever she offers an unexpected comment, a laugh out of place, a sideways glance.
You wait to feel something, see a vision, hear a heavenly voice. But it’s quiet. The tomb is empty.
Light, after all, functions as both a particle and a wave.
what if status updates become souls.
Oh forget it, I’ll just buy everything online.
It’s a little weird that I, of all people, feel nervous being watched. Being watched is literally my job.