…Sometimes I Need a Witness

Peo­ple say, “You look younger.” Or, “Have you met some­one?” Or, “If you keep look­ing younger every time I see you it’s gonna get weird in a few years.” I don’t know what to tell them, except that it’s hard not to live a lit­tle more fully when you spend a lot of time with ideas that are beg­ging you to do so. […]

The Hapless Life of Mister (F.) Scott (Fitzgerald)

I know, in the quiet part of my brain, that I have been a good stew­ard to such a small and bewil­dered crea­ture. Still, there are days now when I think it might be bet­ter to hope that he found a warm hole to crawl down where he could go to sleep and never again wake to the starved and sight­less world that was left to him in the end. […]

A Visit

Author’s Note: My brother recently unearthed a trove of stuff I wrote in high school. I thought it would amuse you to share the worst of it. Stay tuned for a few more through­out the week.

Wel­come to my woeful …

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