Oh, festival grounds! How I have forsaken thee! Thine crowds (though they are horny), and thine grass (though it is trampled and hot, often hurting the bum) now possess me as thine beats once did! Oh, festival grounds. If life could but afford me the pleasure of once again worshipping…

Bernardine Evaristo — In the margins of page 163: “Different types of women. Different definitions of womanhood.” A bit further down: “Different ideals. Different proximities to survival.” So I guess all I know how to say is that this book is about…that. Or maybe it’s about proximity in general: proximity to your exclusive…

What I Almost Did: post this photo with a caption a la “End of Decade Cheer: Good Photo of Good Night, I’m Doing Well, Wish You the Best, I’m Happy After All”, and I am, so cheers to that (bit iffy there for a while), Happy New Year, happy End…

I remember when Skyrim first came out. It was the winter of 2011 and my best friend was on the other end of Xbox Live. I was amazed that you could summit any mountain peak that you saw in the game. You could point to a peak in the distance…

I was eleven the last time I fought with water. Coolers stood guard filled with slick balloons ready to snap on someone’s summer skin, our water guns pumped and dripping relief from the dry Utah heat. Something about being eleven was like that, too. Headquartered on my family’s porch, I…

The Shape of Water, Thelma, Call Me By Your Name, I, Tonya, and sure, even Star Wars, why the heck not, let’s do it. How does a love story transpire when neither party can speak? Why, with glances and dances and hard-boiled eggs, of course! I didn’t realize that there…

Snow Soldiers and a Waste of Time Bentley was an apathetic lump, lying on an expensive couch freshly reupholstered. I lifted his tiny body — standard Shih Tzu model, squished nose sniffing — from his blanket, where he spent hours waiting for Mom to get home from meetings, and work sites, and her daily eating of “literally…

It’s a blur, and I’m not entirely sure it was me, but someone definitely cried watching Game 2 of the Western Conference Finals this week. …

As anyone within earshot of me in the last few months knows, the 2017–2018 season was something of a breakout for the Utah Jazz. We had Gordon Hayward, we lost Gordon Hayward, jerseys were burned, and Donovan Mitchell & Co. rose from the ashes. We felt saved. It was beautiful. …