Columns

The weekend comes around, and suddenly, I don’t have so much time. It isn’t that I, or anyone else, intentionally let job postings expire without ever submitting a resume. I think the bottom line is the misperception of permanence — that things will always be there.

Once I started realizing these foundational cracks, I began wondering what my life would be like without him. In fact, I fantasized about it.

Setting aside my childish grudge against all medical professionals, I took a small step toward becoming a self-sufficient adult. It wasn’t much, but we all start somewhere.

It’s crazy how one person can have such a big impact on someone, completely changing their life, and then suddenly become a stranger.

If this column taught you nothing else, please remember that people in the service industry are just that: people.

A lot of students can gain from some dullness and suffering, some education in life and a little misdirection about their own trajectory.

While these relationships are fulfilling in the short term, they succumb to challenges regarding power dynamics and personal growth. 

Home decor is my last defense against the real world and whatever a 401K is, so I will spend as long as I can collecting my bric-a-brac that sparks a very specific kind of joy. 

It rains every other night, thunderstorms the likes of which I have only ever known in Mexico. The rain falls warm, the wind sings something sweet until it blasts open the windows and doors with a heavenly roar, the thunder crackles like my father’s laugh, the lightning dances in flashes through the sky.

It is easy to view individuals as numbers or as a collection of attributes, as a walking set of probabilities that can predict certain behaviors instead of humans with agency. We would do well to not fall into this trap, especially these days, when we’re already too often represented as pixels on a screen.