When We Made Mistakes… We Moved On
Why did she share her mistakes with us? Wasn’t she afraid how we might perceive her after learning about her mistakes?
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.
