I was in an airport when I saw the sign: there are only about 3,000 tigers left in the world. Actually, the phrasing on the sign was very diplomatic. It read something like, There may be as few as 3,000 tigers left in the world. Even as the tiger sprints toward extinction, it still defies… Continue reading Childhood and the Extinct Animal
I dreamed that deep in the forest preserve, a man shot my brother. I dreamed you said you never loved me, and you clutched your phone. I wrenched it away from you. I didn't want you to text another girl. I dreamed I was running up stairs. I dreamed I had an older brother, and we… Continue reading Thirteen Nightmares
That's my little brother (in the orange) running at IU. I know blurry isn't supposed to be cool, but I've always liked it...mainly because I think if anything can capture ghosts, or a soul, it's a camera.
After watching a movie that strongly favored a bunch of short men run around in furs fighting goblins, I realized that I know nothing about men, despite having a younger brother who was sort of a nudist at one point. What do men want? What are their dreams? Who are their role models? Do all… Continue reading The Thorin Oakenshield Dilemna
Here's the thing about divorce: it's not just for spouses anymore. Yes, my friends, you can divorce anyone these days. Your boss. Your coworkers. Your dogwalker. Your college professor. The tenuous threads that bind humanity together are growing ever weaker, ever more translucent. One day they will all be snipped. But until then, it's up… Continue reading Intricacies of Divorce
"But I don't WANNA marry you!"When I was five, my family moved to Eritrea (the land where so many Traumatizing Moments From My Past took place: Volumes One, Three, and Four). My brother John and I made friends with an older boy who, at the time, seemed like a grown man, although he was probably… Continue reading Traumatizing Moments From My Past, Volume 5: Ug Bug
It was Sammy, in the backyard, with a rock.A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, my best friend Elsa and I got into a big argument over 3 pieces of gum. There were 2 yellow pieces. Fair enough, for there were 2 of us. But the argument got infinitely trickier when it… Continue reading Traumatizing Moments From My Past, Volume 3: Blood and Morality