After Shocks

Last I wrote, things were different. Time meant something else then. I've avoided writing this post for a number of reasons, most of them emotional. I haven't felt much like writing, and everything I've written has come out looking like crap. Maybe that's my first semester of grad school talking. Maybe it's the Dakota Pipeline. …

My Why

Pinch me, I must be dreaming. Earlier today I found myself walking along California Highway 41 en route to a 7-Eleven for some low-key lunch foods: trail mix, a Naked superfood blend, and a container of fresh fruit. The sun was shining through the smoggy atmosphere, which trapped the balmy 76-degree heat like a...like a...greenhouse. …