911 is Just a Number
I think they might have arrested him in the end, but if they did I don’t know why.
Fond Fireside Flashbacks
“That’ll burn for hours—we’ll be here all night!” someone would observe. But no one ever minded.
On the Dalai Lama Video
Can anyone be trusted?
Bowling
I love learning, I hate being bad at something.
‘Suzume’: The Movie Your Inner Child Needs
“We live side-by-side with death.” And we are allowed to be afraid of it.
Let’s Get a Little House — Remixed
In another country and another time when I was only twenty-two, I somehow spoke this life into being.
Frosty Boy and the Cemetery
It sounds like a ska band, but it was really just a dang good time.
Blossoms
Not every experience survives translation into meaning.
My Life in Toronto as Told by My Buy Nothing Group History
From the old dresses to the guitar for someone’s kid’s lessons, I was thrilled that my trash could be someone else’s treasure.
First Queer Date
Mental calculations fly through my head, and I cannot imagine a scenario where you kiss me and don’t spill soup all over both of us.
