Category: Reflections

Whitney Who-Ston?

Mourning the passing of a stranger.

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Traveling While Branded

For as long as I can remember, what people wear when they fly has fascinated me. My mother was a flight attendant, and whenever I saw her in uniform (pale blue blouse, dark navy slacks and vest, blazer with two silver stripes on the sleeves, wings and American flag pin on the breast) I knew she was going to leave.

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Lever Levre Lever

When I googled the meaning of my last name, I felt the same way I felt while visiting the museum at Gettysburg when a docent urged me to search the database and see if my ancestors had been involved in the battle.

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Sophie’s Namesake

I was named in a fit of impatience. My brother Toby was six years old and frustrated that my parents referred to little unborn me only as “the baby.” Inspired by the book he was reading, one day he asked, “Can we just call her Sophie?” And so they did.

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Wet, Hot, Senile Summer

A consideration of suburbia and its inhabitants in relation to the American Dream.

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Morning in Seven Glimpses

“Evening stays in the sheets as Morning rises barefoot to set the kettle and run cold water down her neck.”

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Without Even Kissing

Thinking of you is like touching a dead bird: I know it can’t hurt me but I recoil for fear that somehow it might touch me back.

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My Clouds

A writer finds comfort in movement.

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We Could Be Heroes

The legend in question began with a Lego figure of Anakin Skywalker. When your family doesn’t use electricity on the Jewish Sabbath, there is not much to do. You play Risk. You play monopoly. You play Magic: The Gathering. Most of the time, though, you play Lego.

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Boulder, Colorado

My childhood and adolescence was definitely filled with plenty of winter sports and outdoor activities, and my social and political views have been greatly influenced by the pervasive liberal sentiment. However, this reputation, although in many ways accurate, in no way fully characterizes the Boulder I grew up in. I love my hometown, but I can never view it as perfect.

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Playdates and Porn

Slowly, a faint hissing sound began to rise. The girls let out nervous giggles and looked around, shaking and sweating (in the form of a singular, gigantic sweat drop forming on each of their absurdly tiny anime noses). The hissing became louder, and we saw a yellowish haze rising around them.

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Revelations

The spirituality of sightseeing.

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