the post calvin

Okay

We flip open the welcome binder, quickly decide this is too complicated and pull out the French press instead. This, I can do.

Holding the tassel pole like a fisherman waiting for a bite, I sat on the couch.

It was friendship at first hike.

For tetherball, I don’t think they make adult-sides versions of the game. Surely they do in the afterlife, right?

The haar has marched in from the sea as long as anyone can remember, a thick curtain falling over the land.

That mirrorverse that convinces us that the only way to love something is to dissect it.

I was blonder than I had ever been for my wedding, which—admittedly—was a bit of an accident.

It seems that my “inner child” has never felt more far away than it does now.

There was no way I wasn’t going to listen to a song named after my home state.

I like hiking, earthy tones and station wagons—should I go full granola?