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Formality has never been a strong suit of mine. My essays, rather than suffer from the usual highfalutin fodder that most writers pride themselves on, tend to instead brim with wild metaphors and childish comparisons. Most of them are even littered with jokes here and there. It’s a disease of sorts: the inability to be … Continue reading
My sister was the first to make me think of the moon as something more than a rock. Battling the vicissitudes of prepubescence through boybands and poorly applied makeup, she wrote an adage on her door, “Shoot for the moon, because if you’ll miss, you’ll still land among the stars.” At the time, I was … Continue reading
He breathed in the smell of strawberries as his hand hesitantly swayed beyond the rusty rail. It sat there, somewhere between the breathless infinity of below and above, as his fingers clenched into a fist. In a way, he could feel everything that ever was and everything that ever would be rolling over his knuckles. … Continue reading
The first thing you learn is that you can’t expect things. They won’t text you goodnight. They won’t tell you about their day. Your phone won’t ring no matter how many times you check it. In a way, their memories won’t last either. In two years, they won’t remember that day in the park or … Continue reading
I think it’s better if I just fess up. No more skirting around the issue. No more scapegoats. Just honesty: I’m evil. Pure, unadulterated evil. I know it’s hard to believe that underneath my wide smile and cheery optimism is a beast of carnal malice and rancor. All the jokes I tell are a ruse. … Continue reading
Friends, recent graduates, and those who refuse to be bored, lend me your ears. And by ears, I mean keyboards, hours of otherwise fruitless activity, and unbeknownst wit and candor. For as the summer sun begins to rise and the tomes of textbooks are stuffed into the backs of a closet, the time has fallen … Continue reading
I used to pray. I really did. Every night, my knees found themselves on the hardwood floor and I whispered a dream of world peace, a peanut butter sandwich for lunch, and that my family would stop fighting. Other days I implored that I didn’t have to pray as much, especially to the person who … Continue reading
It’s been a year. We’ve grown. We’ve made mistakes. I have written to you, my blog, for exactly 365 days. I guess all I can say is we’re old farts now. It’s been nice. We’ve had a relatively symbiotic relationship, although in truth, you really haven’t said anything at all to me. It’s been a … Continue reading
Call it old-fashion, but there’s nothing quite like the feel of a newspaper. The smell of it. The crinkle of it in your hand. The ability to express oneself in a published medium. It offers so much – from news to business to an array of opinions. For some, it is the main source of … Continue reading
For the last week, I have been struggling to write something about turning 20. It’s not that I don’t know what to say. When one turns 1/5 of a century, they want to say everything in the world. At the same time, they want the clocks to stop ticking, they want to see their aspirations … Continue reading
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