The Summer of 2006
I was preparing for my career in professional soccer, where I would soon have enough money to buy all the windows one could ever need.
The Key Tenets of a Good Murder
If someone is so foolish as to discuss grudges and murders in whispering galleries or by open windows, it serves them right to be snooped upon.
I Think I Might Be Obsessed with Fourth Wing
Misery loves company and I love misery.
Eden at Three Months
She chases her tail methodically, in a neat, measured, business-like circle, like a tiny site inspector
‘I Don’t Love You Anymore’: A Goodbye
Marek’s uncareful camera is the main vessel for a cinematic conversation around consent.
Nelson Sullivan, I Wish You Could’ve Seen 2015
There are no high stakes, no trying absurd menu items, no rushing.
Confronting Life with an Orange Cat
All I could do was cry as this small orange cat decided that I was trustworthy.
That Jellyfish Gets More Lives Than Me?
Imagine if we cloned ourselves as a normal part of middle school and each of our clones, identical to us in every way, went off to live independent lives.
This Year, I Really Ruined Christmas
I think I could be sixty years old, getting ready for retirement, and still not feel fully like the adult of the house.
A Fool’s Guide to Secret Santa
(It will turn out, just not until the party has already begun.)
