Requiem for a Macbook

   After seven faithful years of service, I’m retiring my old Macbook. The time has come. Looking back at my trusty laptop, I can see the damage of the years, but also the stories it carries etched into every surface. I bought it for college when George W. Bush was still president. I remember opening upContinue reading “Requiem for a Macbook”

The Whimsical World of Indoor Mini Golf

I have a new obsession. Last weekend, my girlfriend and I walked into a drab building in Tacoma’s sketchy Narrows District. Rain was pouring down outside, but inside, tucked behind a bowling alley and an arcade, is something special. Like Gulliver on Lilliput, we stepped into a miniature world and were suddenly transformed into giants. PeopleContinue reading “The Whimsical World of Indoor Mini Golf”

Packing the Past

Ever since I moved away from home, I’ve lugged around a few boxes that I refused to open. Within were literal pages from my past — old notebooks, sketches, school assignments from my youth. For years, I didn’t want to confront them. Not because I was embarrassed by them, but because digging through your pastContinue reading “Packing the Past”

The Day Cursive Died

I remember my third grade teacher, Mrs. Hubbard, telling me that in middle school, I would only be allowed to write in cursive. This wasn’t very comforting to the kid who struggled with the lines of capital G and S. Still, I was assured that print would be forbidden beyond the gates of my elementaryContinue reading “The Day Cursive Died”