On my flight back to America from Israel, a small brunette girl in a unicorn t-shirt put her plastic box of markers in the back pocket of the seat in front of her while she colored in her book. Though they weren’t actually markers, they were clear plastic pens in various hues of landscapes and …
I love socks. I’m one of those people who over-spends on socks that have animals and tacos and stars and dinosaurs on them. Especially dinosaurs. When I come across a pair of dinosaur socks at any given store, some sort of internal cruise control takes over my facilities and the next thing I know, I’m …
Cadbury Eggs are one of the great wonders of the modern world. They’re precious like gold or baby otters. When I was a kid, the Creme Eggs were delicacies that only showed up once a year in the baskets our Easter Bunny/mom set out for us at the breakfast table before church. Sure, there was …
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 …
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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 …
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Ryan Brinson 