My mom is a civil engineer named Fionnuala Quinn and she loves good road design.

As far as I could tell, there are exactly two photos of Taylor in a pink cowboy hat, and both are from a single shoot approximately 17 years ago.

 I’m not in school, I work from home, and nearly everyone I know lives at least 10,000 miles away.

“Get it!” we say, because discouraging a purchase feels vaguely mean. “Think of it as an investment.”

Every time I log into Netflix I’m confronted by the face of my dad’s childhood nemesis: infamous murderer/serial squatter Jamison Bachman.

On feet and friendship. 2022 Pushcart Nomination.

The thing about living with my ex’s mural of his own ex about two hundred feet from my apartment was that I loved it. 

First we are dogs, then we are pigs, then we are ourselves.

Reactivating your Facebook and other terrors.

Spending what culminates to hours, maybe days of my life trying to get one leg forward and the other backward. 

I could afford an alligator right now if I wanted.

Refreshingly, sociologist Danielle J. Lindemann isn’t interested in asking whether or not reality TV is “really real.” 

Get a time zone, North Pole! Join Canada! 

Review of a debut novel by David Hoon Kim.