My freshman year at an all-boys Catholic school, I spent my winter as one of three managers for the school’s wrestling team, a job that, more than once, involved watching teenage boys go through day-long fits of near-anorexia to hit their weigh-in that night. Continue reading

I stood outside of one stadium, waiting to get into another, fortunate to be standing in a part of the line where the surprising March sun kept me warm. Alongside the queue, activists and agitators passed by, each promoting their own agenda, or, in a few cases, simply their wares. Continue reading

When I was a kid, my family had a tradition of gathering at my grandparents’ house in Memphis for the Fourth of July every year. For a while, we were coming in from all over: My mom’s older sister and her kids were in Florida, we were in New Jersey, my mom’s younger sister was in Memphis, and my uncle was outside of Houston.

One year, my mom ditched us there. Continue reading

When I was younger, I assumed nobody ever talked about me. Continue reading

We’ve been talking about tenure a lot lately, the subject of years repeatedly bubbling to the surface as people have aged and come and gone and everything else that comes with the ticking of the clock. Continue reading

We were sitting in a dive bar, watching the words on the screen scroll by, when we voiced almost the exact same thought: How was this ever controversial? Continue reading

We stood atop the ridge, looking down at everything and nothing all at once. Continue reading

A text came through yesterday afternoon from a dear friend, asking if she’d see me that night. Continue reading

You never actually know what anyone is thinking. Continue reading

The thing about having money is, you learn all sorts of things you never wanted to know. Continue reading