Writing isn't my day job, but it is what keeps my soul up at night.
How to Celebrate Valentine's Day at Your Grandfather's Deathbed
Step One: Answer the Call Take the red eye on Friday night (post eye surgery – so a true red eye, red eye) to Boston from San Diego to visit your dying grandfather.
An Ode to Trailer Park Boys
When the sepia-toned ariel footage of Nova Scotia’s most infamous trailer park begins to roll with the dreamy lilting piano chord theme carrying on through it, I feel my heart skip a beat. Trailer Park Boys, a cult classic mockumentary à la The Office but Canadian, raunchier, and subjectively better, is a nod to the working class and the antics of blue-collar buddies just getting by. But it’s also casually progressive, especially for a show born in the early aughts when being an out gay couple in a conservative-leaning proletariat class was an anomaly. And it’s where the now-famed star of such blockbuster hits as The Umbrella Academy, Juno, and Inception, Elliot Page, got their start. TPB, as it is affectionately abbreviated, has brought a sense of simplicity and comic relief to the trenches of mundanity and daily struggles of the working class.
- First Place in Fresh Start Challenge
Instagram Ads Saved Me from Myself
The best way to truly know me is to look at my targeted Instagram ads. No, seriously. Every weird remark I’ve made offhandedly to a friend, every late-night wine-fueled google search, every questionable Pinterest account I’ve pinned for later is all well-represented in the ads I scroll through every five to six images on the gram. And this month it’s Sober, Sober, SOBER (read in a used-car dealership announcer voice).
A Return to Wild
It’s nights like these when the wind is a cool snake on the snow winding ever forward and the moon, an icy sphere guiding our footfalls that I think most of home. We fought for this home and it welcomed us and rewarded us with beauty and forgiveness and mirrored the wild within us. It was nothing like the house we once claimed in the desert of Arizona. I look to my companion next to me and I can nearly hear the beat of her heart against her chest as we move respectfully, quietly along the snow-heavy trail, our snowshoes making gentle impressions on the crisp white. We ourselves are but animals forging forward in the night.