My brothers would lay a couple of blankets on the floor and stick the “WWF Intro Songs” CD we owned into the stereo. We’d walk through the hallway to whatever intro song we picked and wrestle. Continue reading Life is Unfair
I wondered whether the mail carrier had noticed I’d planted new flowers in the bed by the driveway. Continue reading A Dispatch From My Second Summer Gardening
Maybe god is a bug and this is karma for all of the bugs we have killed. Continue reading Where Did All My Straws Go?
“Simple: keep them alive. Because they are living, that’s the reason.” Continue reading Kiskadee: Living Debris
Some things have changed a bit. Continue reading Well, we’re still here
What happens to art installations put up in the days before the pandemic? Continue reading Kiskadee: Vacancies
It was the kind of broken-in-sweatshirt sort of book I’d return to when I was feeling glum and monotonous. Continue reading Outgrowing Stories We Used To Love
Re-reading Didion during “our current moment.” Continue reading The Stranger at the Door
If we ever meet again, even if I don’t remember you, I don’t think I would like you.
Continue reading The Eternal Sunshine of My Spotless Mind
Advice on doing any single thing and feeling sad in quarantine. Continue reading Dear Andrew, A Rat Ate My Stimulus Check