I begin listening to Christmas music somewhere around mid-March. I’m aware this isn’t a universal practice and you probably wait to turn on “All I Want For Christmas Is You” until you’re doing your Black Friday shopping. That’s fine, but I’m ready to rejoice and jingle some bells long before then. My love of Christmas …
I don’t handle death well. Not that I have too much experience with it, but the few times I’ve been forced to face it, I don’t feel like I’ve processed it all that well. I was never clued in on how I was supposed to grieve. This whole “human experience” thing should really come with …
In eighth grade, something in me broke that would affect me for years. Two somethings actually: my tibia and my spirit. A weekend before Thanksgiving, I was running an obstacle course on the primary-colored playground of the local elementary school with my dad and my brother. We’d wandered there together with the intention of spending …
No one wants to go back to middle school. Not a single person, with the possible exception of Billy Gilman, wants to revisit that period of our lives. Nothing went right, everything was unfair and we feel trapped inside our moody, horny, sprouty selves. We kick off adolescence excited we're no longer in elementary school …
"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 …
Ryan Brinson 