Hearts and Seeds

For a long time now I’ve been catching hearts out in the wild. They show up everywhere—in patterns of leaves, in the formation of clouds in the sky, as graffiti on the sides of underpasses. It’s a lot like that Sixth Sense kid, “I see hearts, they’re everywhere!” and sometimes I do whisper in that same creepy little kid voice just for fun. I’ve decided … Continue reading Hearts and Seeds

The Evolution Will Not Be Televised

This week has me thinking about fish and alligators and other scaly, prehistoric creatures, and that’s not just because I’ve had Mitch “Squid-in-a-Turtle-Neck-Face” McConnell and Orrin “Crypt-Keeper’s-Less-Handsome-Brother” Hatch popping up all over my social media. It’s because I’ve got evolution on the brain. I’m imagining what it must have been like for the first pre-fish creatures to suddenly find themselves with bulging sacs protruding from … Continue reading The Evolution Will Not Be Televised

Her-steria

The first day of the hearings to confirm Supreme Court hopeful, Justice Brett Kavanaugh was filled with incessant disruption. Women stood outside of the building cloaked in long, capillary red robes and white wimples like handmaidens from Margaret Atwood’s dystopian, though not feeling too far-fetched now, fiction. Inside the proceedings, protesters, largely women, brandished signs, shouted down congress people, and were forcibly removed, some arrested. … Continue reading Her-steria

Hail Mary

I’m not interested in church for the religion as much as I am for the variety. Visit a city or even a mid-size town and pop into a few of these institutions and you’ll see what I mean. Some resemble medieval castles with their lethal spirals and flying buttresses while others are modest boxy things all worn, green carpeting and slats for windows. It’s as … Continue reading Hail Mary

The Universe is Phoebe’s Tattoo

There’s an episode of Friends where Rachel convinces Phoebe to get a tattoo with her.  go Rachel has a small heart inked on her hip. Phoebe chickens out. The blue speck of ink on her shoulder is as far as she got before bolting. Rachel is pissed; they had a pact. “They use needles!” she whines to Rachel. “Did you know they use needles?” “No. … Continue reading The Universe is Phoebe’s Tattoo