Takes
It’s a kind of mental treadmill, a sprint that doesn’t get me anywhere except tired.
The Foundations of the Thresholds
I can hear no seraphim.
I Was Wrong About My Family
If self-acceptance was so difficult for me, how could I expect acceptance of who I am to be any easier for other people?
The Aldi Aisles
I want so deeply to love the people around me.
Rethinking Sensation (or, Mary Oliver Revisited)
To be clear, I have nothing against Mary Oliver.
Surprises
I think my love of surprises has something to do with my love of good stories.
Say Hi to the Little Guy Staring at Your Shin
No wonder your face shows such horror and such fatigue.
Unfinished, Underappreciated
The sports reporter lives in a closet in the studio, and the summer intern will never grow up.
Horror and Nostalgia
There’s always been something magnetic to it, the way that it calls back to the audience for one more scare.
Heartbreak is a Ghost. I’ll Say It
Like all good reckonings, there’s got to be a soundtrack.
