Expectations vs. Reality
I look at my expectations from a year, or two, or ten ago and realize that I never would have been able to create a reality so bittersweet, so full of wonder, and drowning in grace.
Unaccounted Years
They tumbled into my lap to watch Puffin Rock. Two on my knees, one on my crossed ankles. I’d have been little more than a chair were I not kissing their cheeks.
Reaching Back
It turns out I am not as hip to the jive as I used to be.
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.
