Finding Fungi
Oh, Lordy, those morels. In my estimation, they are the pinnacle of umami, of savory taste, with all of the satisfaction of a Sunday roast in a single bite.
Listening for Birdsong
“I’ve always heard birdsong,” my father told me in the car once. “But now I listen.”
The Ship
I feared my grandfather’s model ship, meticulous and as long as my body.
The Dreaded Second Question—Or, In Defense of My Major
Are those not good enough reasons to study history?
Relational Permutations
Equation A: be ambitious and industrious, do not leave the workplace to the mercy of the weak minded men. Fight + win + conquer, all while rocking 6 inch stilettos and maintaining strong sex-appeal^10.
Wicked or Weakness
I don’t know. Two albums that have ripped my heart open, made me cry, left me at a loss for words. I think that’s transcendent.
Spring Break 2005: Chillermania
“Chillermania,” I whispered to myself with reverence. “The World Headquarters.” My heart leapt with excitement.
Billboards & Bumper Stickers
This is where we are. The reduction of a decades-long debate with life-changing ramifications to a billboard. Or a bumper sticker. Or a sound bite.
Boersma Girls Backpack: An Experiment in Photojournalism
Gollums in caves. Rolled down Smartwools. Disposable camera flash. #SB2k13.
Loving A Man Called Ove: A Book Review
Like many a literary grouch before him, Ove’s icy winter of life thaws before his final curtain.
