Sorry I’m Late, but We Have to Talk About the Jonas Brothers

Featured Image Source It’s 2009 or something. I’m in the car with my mom, my best friend, my little sister, and her best friend. We’re on the road to South Carolina for a Jonas Brothers concert. We’re blasting “When You Look Me In the Eyes” and replacing all the words with “When You Give Me…

RENT Live Wasn’t That Bad, You Guys Are Just Cowards

Featured Image Source Listen. I’m a textbook theater kid, okay. I’ve done just about everything a theater person can possibly do: ushering, costuming, running crew, band, soundboard, ensemble, lead. Weird flex, I know. It’s just to establish my credibility, nothing to get excited about. Point is, I know a good musical when I see one….

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,…

Holiday Miscellany

I’ve been thinking hard about what to write about for this post, because I’m trying to publish a post pretty regularly. But since nothing’s really happened this week, I thought I’d take a bunch of little things and put them together in one master post of miscellany. To preview: we’ve got a special sauce I…

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…

A Portrait of the Craft as an Essay

I started writing a collection of essays about what I was sure would be a very short recap of my grandmother’s life. Her immigration story was the only thing that seemed interesting to me about her; her forty years at JCPenny would not make for good writing material, I thought. And I already knew most…

On Moving for the First Time

I have lived in the same place for 19 years. We moved to what is now my old house when I was three years old, and needless to say, I remember very little of that transition. I was probably too busy being a holy terror, running around in a tutu and camo pants insisting everyone pay…

On Time: Mental Illness and Accountability

I’m guessing you’ve read the title and are a little uncomfortable. I want to let you know that you should be uncomfortable, because this is not easy to write about. Nobody wants to tell the mentally ill to get their act together because that’s a terrible thing to say to someone who’s suffering. But as somebody…

Discovering My Family History

I didn’t want to write about this, because it’s so personal. But I think it’s important to let people see stuff like this, so here we are. My Creative Writing major (which my brother insists will condemn me to the barista life) requires a twenty- to twenty-five-page piece of creative writing. I chose to write…