I’m not afraid of any of the regular things. Spiders, snakes, heights, no problem. I’m not afraid of enclosed spaces, or needles, or thunderstorms; I’m not afraid of flying. I have some irrational paranoid fantasies, but they’re all silly and small, and none of them keep me up at night. What does scare me, what […]
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forgive us our trespasses
My grandparents are Episcopalian and drive an hour out of town every Sunday in order to attend a service that condemns pretty much everyone. Remember that schism a couple years ago, when the Episcopal church was considering separating from the Anglican community in order to allow gay bishops? My grandparents have been hopping churches ever […]
Read more...passion and ambition. and centaurs.
From what I gather, Dead Man’s Bones started as a fun and gimmicky experiment in self-indulgence for Ryan Gosling and the guy who dated Rachel McAdam’s little sister. What came out is the best album I’ve heard in a really long time; I’ve been transporting the skinny cardboard sleeve in my purse so I can […]
Read more...into the liquids
My boss is the president of a nonprofit organization and her husband is a long-haired guitar playing professor of business. They have two beautiful daughters and live in a gorgeous yellow house in the Highlands with exposed brick walls and a 2nd story deck that he built. There are musical instruments lying around everywhere and […]
Read more...the greatest hoodie that ever lived, and it was mine for 4 days
This morning I dropped off Natalie at her improv class with Alec at Walden Theatre. Oddly, it wasn’t the first time I’d been back to Walden since high school, but it still held that feeling of nostalgia. Doubly strange was the fact that although Natalie’s not my kid, in a way she still represents the […]
Read more...paisano means friend
In my excitement to go over the next bit of my life’s adventure, I neglected to write about a sizable portion of what I’ve been up to these past few weeks. My last day at UofL was August 28th. Everything before that is largely irrelevant. I left with zero fanfare. As much as I might […]
Read more...why it says DUFFER on my sweatshirt
I’m going to arrive at AmeriCorps PSO training a fucking walking biohazard. In Louisville, I biffed it hard in the parking lot outside the airport terminal and scraped a few layers of dermis onto the curb. I hobbled in, blood staining a little circle through my pants on my left knee, right next to the […]
Read more...too many places I’ve got to see
Recently, I had a change of heart. More accurately, I had a change of mind. My heart has been telling me for awhile that a year in a half in a dank basement office is a year and a half too long, but my head was having trouble rejecting the free tuition that came with […]
Read more...in which our hero goes to some dark places
It is no longer a secret that last weekend, my grandfather backed over the family dog with his truck. To be fair, it was entirely an accident and he feels terrible. My grandfather feels terrible, that is, not the dog. The dog probably felt pretty bad at the time, but it’s a she. Was a […]
Read more...so bitter and so sweet
I used to hate Joni Mitchell. My dad would play Blue and I would go on and on about her terrible, harpy voice. Even at seven, I could concede that she was a great songwriter—alright Dad, I’ll give you that, but her voice! I’d do my best Joni Mitchell warble, somewhere between a yodel and […]
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