Dear Eleanor, I used to work at the dead-end-iest of dead end jobs that I can imagine. It was my first job, senior year
Dear Adeline, Focus. Intention. Peaceful creativity. Bright red, white, green, blue – you swirl and mix these colors with intensity. You cock your head as
Dear Malin Reeese, 12 a.m. on March 12th You woke up an hour ago, coughing like you’d just swallowed a wheat stalk. I was in
People, mostly other men, will have standards that they’ve raised, or that they’ve been raised to raise, that measure what makes a man “manly”. And let me tell you, the vast majority of them are far more ridiculous than the Imperial Measurement System.
Sons- There are plenty of things in this world that carry with them a stigma of adult surrender, perhaps none more than the loaf of
Sons- I’ve been sitting at the computer quite a bit lately. The writing opportunities have been picking up, so in the intervals between dropping you