My favorite past time is constructing passionate monologues aimed toward people in my life. Sometimes they’re positive, like showing my true feelings for someone or expressing gratitude, but my real specialty is a blunt, degrading, insult-ridden attack that leaves the people in my mind dumbfounded. Unfortunately, real life people “have opinions” and their “own point […]Read more "The Art of the Rant"
I’m a foodie and a homebody–which is my way of saying “I’m lazy and I eat too much.” So it’s safe to say Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Watching bad Macy’s Parade performances, feasting on food I only pretended to help cook (out of concern for the well-being of everyone involved,) and spending the day […]Read more "An “Expat” Thanksgiving"
There are instances that your life pivots around. As I’m sitting in Paris at one of Hemingway’s favorite spots, Les Deux Magots, I’m reminded of his influence on my love and understanding of literature and writing. Hills Like White Elephants challenged everything I ever knew about storytelling and was the catalyst for my obsession with […]Read more "Obligatory Post-Paris Reflection"
We all have those few things we don’t like about ourselves. It could be your hair or your smile. You might think you’re too tall or too short. Maybe you can’t stand the sound of your own laugh. You’re the only one who notices these things, but they drive you insane. I have a few […]Read more "Quit Being a Bummer"
It’s January again. Christmas presents have started to lose their novelty. New Years’ resolutions are hanging by a thread. The chill has become more nuisance than magic. (Especially for a coastie like me.) And probably the most normal thing of all: school is back in session. I’ve always liked school. I take pride in the […]Read more "Education 101: Hope for College Students"
My first trip to New York City is coming to a close. I’m writing this from JFK while I wait for the flight to take me back south. Manhattan is a marvel. There’s a new culture and experience on every street. I was lucky enough to be able to see Wicked, the New York Philharmonic […]Read more "My Manhattan"
I could kiss Peter Jackson on the mouth. If you haven’t seen The Hobbit yet, stop reading this right now and go to a movie theater. You think I’m kidding. GO. For those of you who have seen it, you understand. The Hobbit is such a well-crafted piece of art. The way it flows seamlessly […]Read more "Conlangers, Wizards, and Boyfriends: What ‘The Hobbit’ Taught Me About Love"
Dec. 22, 2012, is a date that many believed they would never see. I always figured the Mayans were a little off, but I had my reservations. No one knows the day or the time, so why couldn’t Dec. 21 be the end? I’m glad it wasn’t, but it could have been. I asked myself […]Read more "A New Start"