I’ve been thinking a lot about how people used to tell stories and how that’s changed.

On the TV screen, I watched as one person after another grappled with what to say.

On the other end of the phone, my mom was aghast. "You sound terrible" she'd said. Laying on the cou...

On the TV screen, I watched as one person after another grappled with what to say.

Almost 10 years ago, I woke up at 4am on Christmas morning to hike up a mountain in the dark.

Last night was cold and dark; fitting for the end of December. Outside, the wind was howling—streaki...

It's been snowing for days at this point. A soft, knee-deep blanket of the stuff means it comes all ...

I used to worry about which parts of myself to share. The whole thing felt risky.

'Twas the night before Christmas—and I, myself, lost in thought—pondered writing a poem, but then op...

When I was a kid, a barred owl lived in the tree outside of my bedroom window. Until one day, it van...

I froze when I'd heard it. It'd been a total fluke—I hadn't meant to eavesdrop. Still, out of nowher...

It'd been my fault. That much was clear. I remember feeling angry and upset. Then, just... sad.