Every Hidden Thing

We throw around the word "dying" so often these days. I wonder what life would be like if these situations were actual, literal in...

One out of five posts on this blog are about coffee. I feel like hundreds of tiny, sniveling woodland creatures with tacks on their shoes ...

In many ways, we share our food as we share our lives. That first meal together, neatly cutting things into halves and swapping gracefully a...

I used to hear this song and feel a swell of longing and pain ride in my stomach and sit, crawling through the depths of me and making me th...

I have missed this. The distant sound of Odwalla lids screwing on bottles, sitting next to the whispered chatter of midterm papers and la...