Take Me To Church
By the time Church came out with his second album, I was already calling him my favorite artist.
Behold, I am an American
Perhaps it was outside of Ottawa, where yet another AirBNB featured a drip coffee maker but no filters or beans.
l’Optimisme
I like to imagine that even people who did not know me at my graduation looked at me and thought I was exceptional.
What Two Hippos Taught Me about Love and Friendship
Loving another person is simultaneously the simplest and the most complicated thing that we do.
Game of Thrones Season Eight: the Worst, the Best, the Memes
If you need me, I’ll be listening to the Game of Thrones soundtrack on repeat for the next few months.
Exposure: Experiments in a Confessional Instagram
Confession dwells. It sets up camp in the desert of failure and resigns itself to wandering forty minutes or forty years.
The Traveler’s Lexicon
Let me be clear: you do not have to do anything.
In a Land Far Away
So consider this a love letter from your faraway child.
Beelzepup: One Year Later
So here I now find myself, a year later, not with a record of instances—some long calendar of thresholds met and surpassed by Jes and me and Toph—but with the accretion of slow change.
Things I Think About a Lot Even Though They’re Not Important
There’s a brand of bathroom scales called “Thinner.” This is a bad name for a bathroom scale.
