Collected Essays (1997)
A little while ago, my dad unearthed some of my early “work” while clearing out the garage. Included among various sticker-based arts was this small...
A little while ago, my dad unearthed some of my early “work” while clearing out the garage. Included among various sticker-based arts was this small...
Memory is a mysterious force. Today I was cooking some cheese-stuffed pasta shells for dinner. It’s a dish I haven’t made as an adult, but one I did...
There’s something about choosing an inanimate object as a Halloween costume that simultaneously amuses and unnerves people. When I was a kid I was fond of paint...
Me, too. Of course, me, too. I struggle to imagine what sort of woman has never been harassed or assaulted. This theoretical woman would probably be the type to...
After the response I received to last week’s post, I feel I am obligated to pen some form of update. First, I want to say that my network of friends/acqua...
On behalf of job-seekers everywhere, I would like to make a request. If someone you know is looking for work and describing to you the ongoing struggle involved...
My first Spanish class in college was during the fall. It was my second year at Brigham Young University (a year which was unexpectedly abbreviated due to havin...
I remember the first time I had a panic attack. Of course, at the time, I wouldn’t have called it that. I was four years old—maybe even three, who knows—a...