Well, hi there. I guess it might be kind of hard for me to explain who I am. Let’s see — well, you’ve seen ‘A Christmas Carol’, right? No, it doesn’t matter if it was the Jim Carrey version,...
You’ve probably seen Lil Miquela. She has brown hair, done up in two space buns, and a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She can often be seen, in her copious Instagram posts,...
Multiple journalists are dead in Annapolis. What could I say, really? When I saw the news, I froze for a moment. My heart, like every other time these kinds of tragedies strike, grew so heavy. But only...
If you feel a pang of yearning when you see an abandoned mitten lying in the snow, someone’s commemorative wedding shirt in a thrift store, or the tags on your garage sale suitcase still bearing an old-sounding...
When you were younger, the favorite question among the adults was probably something along the lines of “What do you want to do when you grow up?”Or, if the adults were feeling a little subconsciously...
I like to think of myself as the kind of person who will try to stay neutral in most political conversations and thoughts. After all, I’m not one to take sides in most things, anyway. (I refuse to make...
I was afraid to sit down and write this column. I made myself tea. I steadied my hands. Now I’m sitting here, and I’m still scared. I’m avoiding telling you the reason you came here to read this,...
Talking to a friend of mine, a common college question dredged itself up from the late night Friday discussion.“I’m not religious,” my friend told me. “So what can I pray to?”“Worship?”“No,...
Nowadays, it’s easier than ever to surround yourself with things you already believe in. If you’re liberal, you can read only liberal sites. If you’re conservative, you can follow only conservatives...
Visiting the Metropolitan Museum of Art is like walking into someone’s dream. Roman marble statues gazed lazily up into the ceiling, surrounded by the slow, trickling sound of water from a fountain....
As a rule, my eye is drawn toward anything dark, gritty and neon-ed. I love old album covers, grindhouse ‘80s stuff and the Hotline Miami soundtrack. So, naturally, upon finding myself in New York City,...
Browsing reddit in the event of a tragedy has become something of a habit of mine. I’m not sure why I do it — it’s something about the resolve and feeling of thousands of regular people, I suppose....
