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 …
In college, when we weren’t playing cards or planning a themed dinner party—our “side dish only” party still reigns as the greatest dinner party I’ve ever attended—my friends and I talked. We talked about everything. We talked about the contestants on American Idol, the lack of parking at Common Grounds, each other’s penchant for over-committing, …
I had nothing to do today so I decided to take myself to an afternoon movie. The theater I prefer isn’t near my apartment so it requires a trek downtown, a sacrifice I’m willing to make. It was the sort of summer day when the wafting scent of sun-warmed tar on the streets reminded me …
In the same week that Starbucks baited all of mankind with the Unicorn Frappuccino – something undeniably photogenic with its hues of pink, purple and blue but also undeniably questionable in taste – I experienced something truly magical: my first non-stick frying pan. Yes, I’d owned pans in the past which claimed to be non-stick …
The day after the election, my office was unwell. The air felt toxic, the fumes of destruction wafted in and out of every floor. My coworkers openly wept at their desks and the crowds watching the newscasts on the lobby televisions hugged one another and said, “We will get through this somehow.” One woman wondered …
Ryan Brinson 