When I first picked up A Field Guide to Getting Lost, I was on vacation in South Carolina, staying at my grandmother’s beach house, the ocean less than a mile down the road from her neighborhood of brightly painted houses and strategically planted palm trees. It was approaching the end…
Read MoreTwo weeks ago, on a summer day too hot to truly enjoy, I headed to a friend’s house to hang out. We took cover in his air-conditioned room and watched movies all afternoon, his laptop propped strategically on the sloped perch of my knees. We watched two movies—Three Billboards…
Read MoreJust as some prescribe to the notion that “you are what you eat,” I choose instead to believe “you are what you read.” I’m sure this seems silly, particularly in an age of immediacy, when so much of our regular communication with others exists…
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