Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but moving across the country makes the writer set aside those feelings until he unpacks a few more boxes. Now that… Read more “Farewell, New York: Riverside Park”
“Three hours after she had graduated from high school, Izzy sat on a park bench next to her art teacher, Mr. Jackson, and told him that she… Read more “Perfect Little World by Kevin Wilson”
We’ve told our families, we’ve given notice to our employers: We’re moving back to Texas. If you’re surprised, you should know that we are too. Had you… Read more “Farewell, New York: Westsider Books”
N: To the world at large, 2016 was a lot of things, most of them fairly awful. Much ink has already been spilled on all that. But… Read more “The Year in Books”
We all have something buried alive inside of us. Whether it’s a forgone dream, a proclivity, or an old, now-kept-secret self, it has a beating heart, and… Read more “Lazarus”
I grew up in a small town in central Wisconsin, population 1,000. I left it like a stone from a slingshot, skittering through a dizzying number of… Read more “New York, New York”
The duality of the self, war and peace, shooting versus understanding: This could only be an animated film by Brad Bird.
The lights dimmed, the movie started, and something unexpected happened. We experienced a rebirth of hope.
From elation to election, the last few weeks have been a carousel, a pendulum, a kaleidoscope.