I…Kind of Hate My Degree
The fact that a stereotypical English major job—or any job, for that matter—didn’t fall in my lap right after graduation isn’t my problem. The mixed messages are.
Okay
We flip open the welcome binder, quickly decide this is too complicated and pull out the French press instead. This, I can do.
Becoming a Cat Person
Holding the tassel pole like a fisherman waiting for a bite, I sat on the couch.
The Wedding Speech I Did Have to Give
It was friendship at first hike.
Niche Afterlife Agenda
For tetherball, I don’t think they make adult-sides versions of the game. Surely they do in the afterlife, right?
Haar Comfort
The haar has marched in from the sea as long as anyone can remember, a thick curtain falling over the land.
High School Musical: The Musical: The Series: The Post
That mirrorverse that convinces us that the only way to love something is to dissect it.
I Was a Blonde…
I was blonder than I had ever been for my wedding, which—admittedly—was a bit of an accident.
The Elusive Inner Child
It seems that my “inner child” has never felt more far away than it does now.
My Summer, as Viewed via YouTube Music
There was no way I wasn’t going to listen to a song named after my home state.
