Don René
He did not use grand showmanship or elaborate displays. He used simple, humble, everyday love.
Coffee With a Shot of Anonymity
One morning, after she filled my mug with coffee, and I had paid for the privilege of drinking it, she started a conversation.
Confessions of a Season Purist
I’ll admit it’s more of a mindset than a meteorological observation, but if you’re a winter-hater, might it be better in the long run to hang on to fall as long as you can?
Heaven, Like Mario Kart
The trouble was, though, that when I tried to imagine the stream of gold going on forever, my head would begin to thrum.
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.
