I Was Wrong About Taylor Swift, Again
After a sequence of repeated failures, I’m now forced to consider the possibility that she is really, genuinely out of touch.
I Was Wrong About Valuing Freedom
It wasn’t about the rules.
I Was Wrong About Birthdays
But something changed for me when my sister and I found a string of polka-dot bunting in a HEMA in France a little over a year ago.
I Was Wrong About Late Nights
Sleeping in feels more like some sort of sin.
I Was Wrong About Transness
Similar to my experiences with the rest of the LGBTQ+ community, I didn’t really know that trans people existed for a long time.
I Was Wrong About Penance
Did I still want to be a journalist? Did I want to go into publishing? Did I want to go to grad school? If so, what for? History? Special education? Languages and literature? Some other field?
I Was Wrong About My Snake Plant
Marla was making her way in the world.
I Was Wrong About Going to Waffle House on Valentine’s Day
I respect what mascots do from a distance but I do not want to be caught in their frozen, unblinking gaze, thank you very much.
I Was Wrong About Universes Beyond
It would be weird if a LotR Magic set didn’t feature The One Ring in some way, and disappointing if it wasn’t a powerful card.
The Three New Yorks
When asked if I needed a bag, demonstrated to the shopkeeper that I could simply slot two full-sized wine bottles into the two outer pockets of my oversized winter parka.
