Slackcountry Snow
Then I pointed my skis over the edge and leaned forward so my weight eased me into the wide couloir, and it felt like I was plummeting and the snow exploding around me like a warzone.
Growing into Solitude
I haven’t outgrown my loneliness, but I do think I’m growing into my own solitude.
Friendzone, USA
I see you, O Downcast Man, sitting in the passenger’s seat. Chances are, you’re wondering how you got here.
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.
