“I learned about Y2K in my middle school history class.” My friend works at a large university and she sometimes texts me things she hears students say in passing. She and I graduated within a year of each other so our reference points are similar and it’s always entertaining to hear how people a generation […]
Read more "Eighth Grade"I’m halfway through being 35 and ever since the calendar turned the page to a new year, I’ve been thinking a lot about my age. A lot, a lot. Multiple times a day. I’m 35. Fully grown. I’m, like, totally an adult or something. But am I where I’m supposed to be? And to that […]
Read more "I Don’t Know About You, but I’m (not) Feeling 35"When I was a freshman in high school, I spent the first half of the school year eating lunch alone. The already awkward transition from junior high to high school was made even more awkward by the fact I wasn’t walking those foreign hallways with a familiar group of friends. I didn’t really care who […]
Read more "The Loneliest Place in High School: The Lunch Room"This year has been a year. So much can and does change in 12 months. There are the big, routine-disrupting changes such as adopting a dog (I did that this year, his name is Joey, and he’s now my best friend and I like him more than I like most humans) or changing jobs (I […]
Read more "Ending Well"It’s the little things in life I look forward to the most. I know that’s cliché to say, I also know I’ve personally said it many times, but I don’t really care. I’ve always found the small, the mundane, and the surprising moments caught only by us to be the most lasting and impactful. In […]
Read more "Mulling it Over"“Hi there. I’m Ryan.” “Nice to meet you. What do you do here in the city?” “I’m the Editor of an online creative culture magazine called BLEEP.” “Oh nice.” For eight years, most of my introductions in New York have played out in nearly identical fashion. Each time I’ve met someone new—be it at a […]
Read more "A New Dream"The night before something big is to happen in my life, I don’t sleep very well. My mind can’t stop doing summersaults and my body can’t get comfortable. I know I’m not alone in this sort of night-before, anxiety-based alertness, but knowing it happens to other people doesn’t help me get to sleep. This state […]
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