I am in a unique position where I can stare directly at someone I’ve known for years, stick my tongue out at them, wave, and make trumpet sounds, and they won’t notice me. Or they’ll notice me, but they won’t register who exactly is staring them down frantically muttering “toot toot.” There are plenty of …
Making Soup for Friends and Hoping for Revolution
My salary puts me right around the income level of a Bartender who noticeably spits in every drink she serves. I don’t make much, and nobody tips me. If my cat needed to go to the vet, or if my nephew stabbed his father, or if I suddenly had a wild desire to own a …
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By the way
In first grade, I brought a conch shell to show and tell because I’d heard if you blow in them, it can sound like a warhorn. I like to think the warrior ancestors of every child in that room cowered at the wild roar of the shell I’d taken without permission from a counter in …
Confidence is Weird Some Children Talked to Me About Writing
It’s odd how I can logically know I’m competent but still doubt that with the same fervor that every teenager has for their favorite angsty music with a lead singer who is attractive in an “I can fix them” sort of way. I know I’m an ok writer because I have evidence to remind myself …
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Hello Again
Hello Again I missed you all. I’d like to explain why I was gone, but the reason is still a little unclear to me. Have you ever returned home after being away for a few days and found that something is just off. You walk around the house, check the lights, see that all your …
Non-Euclidean Sofa 