Peach Season
Summer feels syrupy thick and cloying, on the edge of overripe.
Shared Blips
I collect these moments, these small intimacies with strangers, shoring up an evidence base of my own existence and its overlap with others’.
Does Everyone’s Honda Accord Have a Hyperspace Button, Or Just Mine?
Wandering snowflakes on their descending pilgrimages can hold a remarkable resemblance to the contorted stars of hyperspace.
The Best Thing in Taiwan
It may be a little reckless and a little dumb, but that’s the point.
Suburgatory
Parking in the furthest spot away in the parking lot is not scratching my walking-everywhere-itch.
The Smell of Douglas Fir
Am I a product of all of the sticks, stones, and leaves I have encountered throughout my life?
Echoes and Afterimages
I wish I didn’t have to wait months at a time to see Hannah. I wish I could have been there to congratulate Katherine on the baby. I wish I could be in two places at once: my church and house church with Luke and Lauren.
Remind Me
Remind me that starting something new is the hardest part.
Hometown Appreciation
I’m only just now exploring places I’ve driven past hundreds of times.
On Serving (Not in the Cool Gen Z Way)
I began to wonder what it’d feel like to stop and ask myself if I really wanted to go the extra mile.
