in which I have (research) commitment issues

When I was an undergraduate at American University, I wrote my honors capstone on nineteenth-century women’s poetry and the specter of infanticide. I had not yet learned to use words like “specter” to signal, aggressively, that I AM A SERIOUS ACADEMIC, so I probably communicated that idea with much less snobbery. I also hadn’t developed […]

in which I hope I’m not a kidult

My ten-year high school reunion was in 2009. I traveled back to Charlotte, North Carolina eager to see my close friends, harboring only a few secret desires that the demigods of high school vengeance had punished those who deserved a comeuppance. But I was anxious about the possibility of being plummeted, immediately and this time […]