Love You Much, Grandpa from the Farm
He extended his index and the remaining three-quarters of his middle finger: “that’s two—not one and a half!”
On Days Off…I Still Don’t Know What to Do
My hobby has now become my full-time job.
Chappell Roan Helped Me Love My Gayness
My hands shook as we waited for another three hours on a field in Charleston to see someone who at this point could still be a mythical creature.
A Little Further Along: A Letter to Future tpc Writers
Writing is a lot like your first eyeglass prescription. Suddenly, it is very intense to be alive.
What Did I Eat?
Since I wrote that last post in September, what I eat has become equally as significant as whom I’m eating with.
He Would Have Been
There is no path that ends perfectly.
Top Five Prince Edward Island Lighthouses
Besides having a delightful name, Seacow Head showcases a wonderfully moody atmosphere—perfect for reading or drawing in your electric blue camping chair.
Namesake
She loved us a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck, and told us so all the time.
On Being Young and Still Lonely
My loneliness is an echo from a silent sound, a shadow with an invisible caster.
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Writing [for the post calvin] Is
Writing for tpc is remembering the joy of writing with your own voice.
