I haven’t moved often in my life. The extent of my moving experience is dominated by memories of dormitories, which isn’t quite the same thing. Throwing all of your clothes and a mini-fridge into the back of your mom’s Geo Metro is a little different than the lengths one must go to move six of… Continue reading Place

Every year. I don’t get it, but every single year we see the stores gear up for sales that people stand in line for, we see Christmas Trees for sale in mid-November. We see the holiday of Thanksgiving (certainly one of the more poignant holidays, in terms of meaning, that we have) totally skipped in… Continue reading The Futility of the Christmas War