ESSAYS


  • LIVING THE QUESTIONS

    LIVING THE QUESTIONS

     “…have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point… Read more

  • HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT

    HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT

      I took a girl named Katie to the prom. I bought her a bouquet of flowers and a card when I asked her. I left them on the table in front of the Dairy Queen where we were supposed to meet. She cried. She was beautiful. She had red hair and a huge smile.… Read more

  • POPPING THE PERSONAL SPACE BUBBLE

    POPPING THE PERSONAL SPACE BUBBLE

      Proxemics Syllabification: (prox·e·mics) Pronunciation: /präkˈsēmiks/ noun [treated as singular] the branch of knowledge that deals with the amount of space that people feel it necessary to set between themselves and others. Proxemics. According to proxemics, there are four different types of space that we deal with, consciously and subconsciously, on a daily basis; intimate space, personal space, social… Read more

  • I USED TINDER TO LIGHT A FIRE UNDER MY DIGNITY

    I USED TINDER TO LIGHT A FIRE UNDER MY DIGNITY

        I’m swiping right, I’m yelling Tinder. I want a match, I want one now. Let’s have a chat we won’t remember, it’s an app we won’t forget.   David was interested in “casual sex,” Sean inquired about “hookups,” Thomas had to know if I “wanna bang,” Ibe “was wondering if you liked dinosaurs,”… Read more

  • ANNA ANTHROPY’S DYS4IA

    ANNA ANTHROPY’S DYS4IA

    “Games have this capacity for exploring dynamics and systems that no other form does. This was a story about frustration – in what other form do people complain as much about being frustrated? A video game lets you set up goals for the player and make her fail to achieve them. A reader can’t fail… Read more

  • HOLIDAY CHEER

    HOLIDAY CHEER

    I used to dread the scratchy threadbare sofas and faint cigarette smells of countless unknown family friends’ living rooms in Methuen, Lowell, Pelham, frosted New England lands beyond the frozen Boston skyline. “Ova tha Merrimayck” and through the woods, to strange old ladies homes we traveled for the family census to be assessed for the… Read more