Loss, love, and squeaky shoes | vol. 27
On understanding Gatsby a little better every day
Play Theory
Play Theory is a humor column exploring big ideas while wearing a goofy hat. Deep thoughts doing a square dance. It's like a Thursday morning walk of shame came to life and minored in philosophy.
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The Perils of Going Camping, Part Two | vol. 26
Unaware, unprepared, not in my lane, dissociating
indignities, danger, survival, and camping (part one) (vol. 25)
Thunder! Th-th-thunder! Thunder!
Copy moon joy: On noticing life's daily glories | vol. 24
All you need is latte art.
spoiler: and the pigeon lived happily ever after
although I hope it gets whatever the pigeon equivalent of therapy is
Help me pick the new name for Lane!
Okay, so there’s no excuse.
vol. 23: granted
Oh hello.
vol. 22: that which is less delicious than salt
Y’all know how for the past few years, I’ve been on a tear of collecting good looking rocks and gemstones?
short, sweet, and a little creepy
The perfect newsletter, my friends! Plus: DOUBLE RAINBOW ALL THE WAY ACROSS
vol 21: all the large things
Week of utter madness, friends.
vol. 20: the moves
I have anxiety, and I’ve probably talked before about how one of the things it makes me do is run *constant* doomsday scenarios in my head.
It's the time of the season
I cannot seem to get my head around the idea that it’s really and truly October. Isn’t it still April? Isn’t it still April of 2020?
vol. 19: Trust and timing
I didn’t publish last Friday.
Vol. 18: Name it
Oh god, this week, y’all.
Vol. 17: Sleepwalker
There’s a lot on my mind this week, and unfortunately, I’ve been running on three-to-four hours’ sleep for the past four nights.
vol. 16: Wisdom
I was at the dentist this week.
Covid In The House
Grant and I went to an event with ten other fully vaccinated people. Five of the ten got Covid.
vol. 15 Grind
I appreciate some aspects of grind culture.
vol. 14 The hidden story
This weekend, Grant and I are heading to Vancouver Island to hang out with friends, which means I’m coming at you from the back office of his medical clinic in beautiful and fragrant Surrey, B.C.!
vol. 13: Friday the 13th
^^ I did not plan this.