My Sisyphean Battle with the Snooze Button
Sisyphus may roll his stone, but I have my morning alarm.
Combination Skateboard and Taco Bell
I think sometimes being a runner has trained me too well to use that overrule, to endure whatever path lies before me, to be patient to a fault—to stay the course when the course is going to kill me.
Reading World News without Losing your Mind
Reading the news well and responding to it is not everything, but it is something—and so I won’t refuse.
Morning Pages
When I put pen to paper, there’s only room for one thought at a time. Every thought is on equal footing.
Greeting Cards
I don’t believe in a god anymore. This wasn’t without cost, and there was grief, naturally. But after grief comes normalcy. Also, humour.
Future Lust
Remember: you have more time to do the things you want to do than you might think.
Terrible, Wonderful Love
Never had I been overcome with such a surge of euphoria accompanied by petrifying fear and grief.
Newer Normal
The new tyranny of everything-at-once feels like a distant dystopia, and the sky looks a different color, and there’s another new, another normal.
I Took the Cedar-Strip Canoe Down the Most Remote River in Michigan… in the Winter
Getting into the river was a comically tedious process. Everything was covered in a foot of snow, and the banks were mostly iced-over.
Everything Depends on Not Squishing Spiders
I believe every crushed spider, on some level, represents a failure to respect and love the world we’ve been given.
