On some Friday nights, you drive all the way to Huntington to sit in a church basement, drink the most amazing frozen mocha you’ve ever had, and watch your friend do the bravest thing you can imagine: read her writing out loud. On these nights, you can’t believe you know this person. These incredible words […]
One time Alexis called Luke’s mind a “mangled circuitry” and I’ve been calling mine that ever since.
I have pneumonia. If you knew me back in the winter of 2001-02, you’ll have already added “again” to the above statement. It has been ten years, but it feels like a pattern or a relapse or something. My doctor assures me that getting pneumonia twice in ten years doesn’t constitute a “pneumonia issue,” but […]
1. Paul Rudd is 43.Â That is his age.Â How can I live in a world where Paul Rudd isn’t 25? If Paul Rudd has to age, what hope is there for me? 2. Fifty Shades of Grey started out as Twilight fan fiction. Sometimes, I just give up. You know? I just give the eff up.
There is a scene in The Americanization of Emily where James Garner is standing in the street in his underwear while everyone else is in uniform running around getting ready for D-Day. That’s how I feel most days.
This week I realized that the season four finale of Mad Men aired on the same night that my aunt Bev died. This event set off seventeen months of crappy stuff happening in what felt like a personalized attack on me and my loved ones, especially my uncle Dave and a certain ginger-haired, ginger-souled boy. […]