I was listening to Glennon Doyle’s podcast this morning and something she said really struck me like a fly ball to the chin. It wasn’t even the main point of what she was talking about, or maybe it was since it’s what became lodged in my brain, but it rattled me in a way I …
The night I met Katy Reeves, we were watching High School Musical 2. Some friends and I were in an upstairs apartment in a white house on 7th Street where the air conditioning was set on tundra. It was the coldest apartment in the history of the world and within it, we put aside studying …
Last night, I was happy to be home. Ecstatic. After a long day of travel, a four-hour layover, and the roughest turbulence I have ever experienced—passengers were crying and I felt like I was riding the Texas Giant circa 1998—I was glad to be on the ground and walking toward baggage claim. Following the line …
I, like so many people, didn't know how long we'd be staying at home when the world began to close its doors. On March 12, I began what would become a year-and-counting of being away from normalcy and I made a decision on that day that I'd keep a digital journal throughout the year. Some …
I’m on a plane headed to Los Angeles, in the very back row with my dog Joey at my feet in his bag he hates. He’d prefer to sit in a person seat. Or in my lap. Wherever is most inconvenient for me, that’s the place that suits him best. He hates flying. He hates …
Ryan Brinson 