Quitter
It was midnight again, France time, when I sat down for the turkey and mashed potatoes my family had waited to make.
Lend me Your Ears Part II: Podcasts
Oh, and the whole shebang is narrated by a mouse.
One Year
“What if we had never met? had broken up in college? were still dating and living apart?” one of us will ask the other.
21 a Space Odyssey: A Few Non-Alcoholic Thoughts on Star Trek Among Other Things
There are things that should have changed my life, and then there are things that actually did.
The Diary of Millicent Bulstrode
I am a Slytherin. My Patronus is a cat. The reality sunk in like basilisk fangs: I am Millicent Bulstrode.
Timestrokes
And as the saxophonist stood to our applause, I silently thanked Mr. Moore for teaching me the language of time, imbuing this Saturday night with more meaning than it could otherwise have had.
Imagining the End
What matters here instead is the implicit challenge, the casual middle finger, that the novel tosses off at the rest of the genre.
Other People’s Jokes
In college, my friend Lauren was describing the physical features that she found attractive about men. She said, “I don’t know, beards are really growing on me.”
18 Steps to Lemon Meringue Pie
14. Whip the egg whites until “stiff peaks form,” a description that—even after over ten years of making this recipe—you still can’t confidently identify.
Teaching Revolutionaries
“Mr. Montei, who is your favorite rapper?” asked one of my high school freshman students.
