I Hate American Literature
When I was told my first teaching job was going to be teaching American literature, I swear I could hear someone snickering from up in the clouds.
The Spiritual Discipline of Staying
But there is something biblical and beautiful about commitment to community that is not quickly discarded when a promotion lures or a warmer climate beckons.
Good and Mad
There was another dad in the group, but he’s gone back to work. Poor guy, couldn’t hack it.
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.
