My Summer of Rubber Dust
The Machine didn’t work well, not by a long shot. But, in the end, it worked just enough.
Nonfiction
Flattening Ebbinghaus’s Forgetting Curve
And now, days later, as I field my own self-initiated questions with no ready answers, I make a promise to myself to make my memories matter. To write.
Running Against the Wind: Disabled Masculinity and the Vicious Cycle of Sport
I’ve been looking at myself in the mirror above the sink.
It Isn’t Going to be a Bedroom Time Machine
For Ellie. You will find it. You will, you will, you will.
Back to Motherland, That’s Some Otherland
Let’s go back to once upon a time. Before the clarity, before the connection, before the sukoon. Let me start with the disparity of hope and despair, the heartbreak and the trauma.
Tucker Leighty-Phillips Discusses "Maybe This is What I Deserve"
TLP: Even when you’re critiquing something, you have to have an element of hope. A yearning for something better being out there, and possible.
liar, liar
Once we’ve locked ourselves into the hallway bathroom—which is ridiculously nice for a frat house, what the hell—I take one look at the group and decide that our only solution is to lie our way out.