The Dinosaur in My Living Room

Dad carries the little desk and sets it down in the kitchen. As if it’s just an ordinary desk. It was built in 1720, predating the Industrial Revolution. Mom and Dad show me how to find the clues to unlock its secrets. See here, the nicks in the wood along the edges? Made by knife,…

When a Book Finds You at Just the Right Time

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn found me when I was 11, the same age as the main character when the book begins. A Little Paris Bookshop found me just after a breakup. To the Lighthouse found me a few weeks ago— I guess I’ll figure out what brought her to me in the retrospective. But…

Gen-Z Job Hunting

Yes, I am Generation Z, thank you very much. Born in 1996, I fall between Millennial destruction and Gen-Z technological savoir-faire. I mean, I say things like “savoir-faire.” So I’m not exactly easy to categorize.  But the evidence is against me; being born in 1996 puts me in Generation Z, if we’re ignoring the fact that…