A Love Letter to Brandon Sanderson
You bring people together and you bring nerds out of the woodwork. You encourage writers and you inspire dreamers.
This Was the Year of Living
This was the year of living with my parents, with my best friends, with a stranger. This was the year of mint tea and French TV shows, of cooking for my friends and of touching the North Sea.
Buyer’s Remorse
I bought a car again and when you buy a car you submit yourself to lies and deceit and interest rates.
The Expectant Father
To be an expectant father is to realize your own inadequacies.
Three-Alarm Fire
The street is lined in red light
and girls with cats in cages.
Stand outside in the frigid, January air.
I’m Just Like You
That’s why teachers are always angry, and why the most successful schools still employ good, old-fashioned paddlin’. Yell some sense into ‘em, preferably with personal insults and condemnations of their overall character.
Stories I Did Not Tell
He gave of himself, and I fear I failed to give back. I strove to be polite and unobtrusive and if not intelligent then at least not stupid. I fear I failed to let him know me, because I did not know myself.
Dairy Air
I had all but given up on existing in a sweet-smelling world for the foreseeable future, but then, I remembered something miraculous.
Lilith
Lilith cries out to God that he made her from filth, so what else did he expect from her? And so it was Lilith I thought of when I realized how bad things had become.
Personal (Ir)responsibility: An Anti-Resolution
I have flouted obligation, skirted duty, and ignored propriety. I have left things undone.
