The Not-So-Bad Badlands (Book Part 27)

Previous I left Wall Drug unimpressed. I’d given myself a few dollars to spend if something caught my eye, but I couldn’t justify shelling out $8 for an ice cream cone. Later, I learned about the town’s history: the wife of the man who bought Wall’s only drugstore had a late-night epiphany, listening to theContinue reading “The Not-So-Bad Badlands (Book Part 27)”

Weight a Minute

After a semi-deep dive into clues about Aubrey Plaza’s husband’s suicide—and coming up with nothing—I zombie-walked across the room. Zombie-walking, for the uninitiated, is a confident forward thrust with one leg while the other slides passively behind. My fear of pressing too hard on my still-asleep foot, risking a twist or break, kept me movingContinue reading “Weight a Minute”

Unless You Got Buns, Hun

This new 36-inch circular table allows my laptop to rest as I settle into the cozy L-shaped bench nook in the kitchen corner. It feels like productivity thrives here, reminiscent of my favorite coffee shop during graduate school. There’s something about being part of the action—looking up to watch life unfold around me, clearing myContinue reading “Unless You Got Buns, Hun”

When the Dam Breaks

I knew my 3pm appointment was carrying a burdensome load. The mounting family dysfunction of the past few months had accumulated, leaving them holding it together by a thread. Their problem-solving, troubleshooting, and overanalytical assessment of the situation led me to take a step below the surface and ask, “Yeah, but how are you reallyContinue reading “When the Dam Breaks”