Telling Other People’s Stories
This was my mistake. I tried to tell a story without knowing the lives behind it, without caring. I did not publish that story, however remarkable I still find it. It was not mine to share.
Left Behind in Grand Rapids
I forgot that figuring out life does not always mean getting a job or going to grad school.
Enable Discovery to Meet New People
There comes a point in Tinder messaging where you’ve proven yourselves worthy of exchanging actual text messages.
An Etymological Update
I hope you find these entry updates linguistically accurate and culturally abhorrent.
How to Road Trip to Florida, With Detours, Part 2
So often we tell ourselves to live in the moment, or seize the day, or be present, or rest in the now. But what does that all mean?
The Philosophy of ‘Oh Well’
I attribute my low maintenance, self-motivation, amiable attitude, and ability to work eighty-hour workweeks to my philosophy of not minding anything.
Dear Lauren, Love Lauren
The following is a completely fictional recorded conversation between my past and present selves. It is transcribed as it was spoken and it is also not real. 18-year-old Lauren: Dear 25-year-old Lauren, I hope you’re no longer miserable. Please tell me that...
Dreaming Again
I feel sort of like Cinderella using every available moment to frantically clean up my life so that I might finally get what I want, except I have no animals, no magic, and no shoes made of glass (thank god).
Writing Space
Perhaps the trick isn’t finding the perfect place, the perfect pen, the perfect aesthetic, the correct combination of elbow patches, pipe smoke, and whiskey. Perhaps the trick is simply to not have a trick.
A Grandmotherly Half-Truth
It frustrates me to hear people complain that they feel like they’re choosing between two evils or that they’ll just stay home on Election Day or that they’ll pack up and move to Canada if things don’t go their way.
