Creative nonfiction essays
I had lost so many hours to Wordpress, and what had I gained?
Mary Oliver's poetry works in implicit contrast with our daily underestimation of the world.
If you’re on every channel, they can’t pretend you don’t exist.
Am I cutting myself? Does the country hurt much? Why are you crying?
With screens mediating their worlds, kids tend to interact less and less with nature.
The lyrics were incomprehensible to me at the time, but I knew even then that I wanted to be Miss American Pie.
I feel like I’m in an abandoned Marshalls warehouse.
This is what neoliberalism wants, a prisoner’s dilemma on macro scale.
You could sense our tongues at the corners of our mouths as our pencils paused over the small squares of paper before us.
You have never thought of yourself as someone who is embarrassed by her body—you’re a college athlete!—but you will be, intensely so.