“I wasn’t just a baseball player, I was Hard-Nosed. I was Gritty. I was a Ballplayer. I was Red Assed.”… more
“I wasn’t just a baseball player, I was Hard-Nosed. I was Gritty. I was a Ballplayer. I was Red Assed.”… more
I spent most of high school wearing hoodies, reading guys like Salinger, and thinking about a girl called Laura, whose name is not really Laura.… more
During my last semester of graduate school, when MFA applications were pending, I was granted a sign from the literary gods. It came in the form of a poorly-worded tweet that was linked, forwarded, and tagged to me at least five times, all from different people: “RECENTLY DISCOVERED NOVEL FROM HARPER LEE, AUTHOR OF TO… more
There is no quicker way to spiral downward as a depressive than to start thinking about all the things you want out of life, all the things you expect and desire for yourself. In Reasons to Stay Alive, Matt Haig warns against getting lost in thinking about where you are in relation to where you… more
“You can’t start here, you can’t admit this to anyone, for fear they’ll doubt your love is real…” … more
“Wife-beating has a unique and unforgettable sound, especially when it wakes you up in the middle of the night…”… more
When your brother moves out, his room will be your room, as a sort of hand-me-down, like a pair of Jnco Jeans or a chain wallet.… more
My apology seemed odd and inadequate, considering the reality of American racism, about which I felt basically helpless.… more