For Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne. A few weeks ago, as I was driving home from the grocery store, I passed the apartment I lived in when I first moved to Tacoma. More than six years ago, I arrived in the CityContinue reading “For Auld Lang Syne”

On the Threshold of a New Year

I stand in the doorway between two years. Behind me lies 2016, now in the past; ahead is 2017, still unknown. Like so many people, I am ready to put this year behind me, to slam the door and charge ahead without a thought to the past. The world is weary of 2016. This yearContinue reading “On the Threshold of a New Year”

Lucky Thirteen

When I eventually retell the story of my life, I think that I’ll say that 2013 was the year that everything changed. The funny thing about stories is how the details vary with the telling. The exact words are misquoted, the specifics are glossed over, timelines are stretched or squeezed and the wrinkles in theContinue reading “Lucky Thirteen”

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”

Breaking All the (Phone and Grocery Store) Rules

I committed a minor fraud today. In the process of buying lunch at a grocery store down the street from work, I entered a phone number on the self checkout’s touchscreen. The number was not my own. For several years now, I’ve seen someone else’s name at the bottom of my receipts. It used toContinue reading “Breaking All the (Phone and Grocery Store) Rules”

The Method

In theatre, there’s a school of acting called “The Method.” Method acting requires the actor to immerse themselves in the character and the situation and to experience it as if it were real by recalling similar instances in their own life. When done right, the performance is more believable, but it leaves the actor drainedContinue reading “The Method”

A Slice of Americana Pie

The sun dissolves slowly into a pool of red behind the mountains. Cars crawl slowly across a parking lot of asphalt hills in neat rows toward a while billboard. The smell of yellow butter popcorn and the soft fizz of Coke and Dr. Pepper drift between the headlights. Kids climb in truck beds, adults setContinue reading “A Slice of Americana Pie”