Something About Being a Man
This is a theme with guys: if you’re going to be vulnerable, you do it right as you are walking away.
It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood
One of our neighbors is a nosy elderly lady named Linda. I love Linda.
Returning (A Love Letter)
First, this is a poem to say thank you
for taking me back to Budapest.
Freshman Orientation
Will Montei made me feel infinitely better about moving to college and leaving everyone behind, simply because no matter how sad and alone I felt, at least I wasn’t him.
How Have You Been Praying about This?
When I hear someone say they don’t really pray, or that prayer is boring—both lines I have used—my first instinct is to question how they pray.
The Reality of Fear
We think the world is going to hell. Every single generation has in some respect thought their world was going to hell. Right now, it’s not.
We All Say, “Love Your Neighbor”
I’d like your advice on this, because I’m not sure if I’ve done the right thing.
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.
