• B L O G • Expanding & Contracting 03/20/2019 These days, with two children away at their first year of college and one in the middle of junior year, I am required to perform fewer feats of dramatic domestic circus juggling. I can...think. And while thinking I've realized that—objectively speaking—each member of my immediate family has a life that is growing so wondrous and full that sometimes I just say: holy shit. I don't want this post to become the equivalent of that time in the winter of 1987 when you visited a cousin you never liked
These days, with two children away at their first year of college and one in the middle of junior year, I am required to perform fewer feats of dramatic domestic circus juggling. I can...think. And while thinking I've realized that—objectively speaking—each member of my immediate family has a life that is growing so wondrous and full that sometimes I just say: holy shit. I don't want this post to become the equivalent of that time in the winter of 1987 when you visited a cousin you never liked
• BLOG • If You're Puffy and You Know It Clap Your Hands 03/10/2019 It started with my ears. I woke up one morning last week, and they seemed...bigger somehow. Each lobe was elongated, each helix thicker. But how could that be? I was just imagining things. The following night I slipped on my regulation silver hoops, but while I moved around my room getting dressed to go out I realized said hoops were not swinging freely as they usually do. I gathered my hair up on top of my head and took a look. My ears—my small, aesthetically pleasing ears—were gone and had
It started with my ears. I woke up one morning last week, and they seemed...bigger somehow. Each lobe was elongated, each helix thicker. But how could that be? I was just imagining things. The following night I slipped on my regulation silver hoops, but while I moved around my room getting dressed to go out I realized said hoops were not swinging freely as they usually do. I gathered my hair up on top of my head and took a look. My ears—my small, aesthetically pleasing ears—were gone and had
Because Of These Things 10/19/2018 This essay originally appeared on #allpinayeverything. My answer to the question of why I write has always been because I just...do. It’s a bad answer, I know. For one thing, it lacks the kind of colorful specifics that would make me a more entertaining person to chat with at a party. It’s also flippant and dismissive. I don’t mean to represent myself in this way, but the facts are boring. Writing simply comes to me. It comes to me as I imagine melodies or brush strokes or pirouettes come
This essay originally appeared on #allpinayeverything. My answer to the question of why I write has always been because I just...do. It’s a bad answer, I know. For one thing, it lacks the kind of colorful specifics that would make me a more entertaining person to chat with at a party. It’s also flippant and dismissive. I don’t mean to represent myself in this way, but the facts are boring. Writing simply comes to me. It comes to me as I imagine melodies or brush strokes or pirouettes come
