Weekly E-mails

A collection of messages sent over the years.

September 8, 2024 - Summer Swallowed Us Whole
A visitation from the Ghosts of Classrooms Past.

August 4, 2024 - Don't Be So Digital
Why are we afraid of monsters?

July 15, 2024 - Everything I Know of Comes in Halves
These are days that someone once dreamt of.

July 1, 2024 - Did You Forget That Yellow Bird?
There is no need to clip someone's wings if you never teach them to fly.

June 25, 2024 - None but Ourselves Can Free Our Mind
The story of Freedom is heading west.

June 16, 2024 - I'll Let You Be in My Dream If I Can Be in Yours
More of a stream of consciousness than a conscious creation.

May 26, 2024 - This is My Island in the Sun
Summer is coming.

May 19, 2024 - Why Won't You Go Out with Me?
I am terrified of being a government employee.

May 6, 2024 - The One Constant through All the Years
Before they were the Class of 2005, they were just a bunch of freshmen. Children, really. Barely functioning middle school graduates who were standing at the threshold, about to take their first step into a much larger world.

April 28, 2024 - See the Constellation
There is a moment when I saw The Adventures of Pete and Pete for the first time, but I have no idea when it was. I know that I saw it as a child, younger than 13 years old - before the dawn of the new millennium. Maybe I saw it during its original run, when I was 8 or 9. Formative years for a human being - but they span a massive amount of time. It's hard to pinpoint the fulcrum upon which your life changes forever.

April 22, 2024 - Please Love It
If you had a talk show, who would you want to interview?

April 15, 2024 - Who'd Have Thought That She'd Become a Jedi Knight?
The thing about fame is that it fractures you. Or, more specifically, your existing cracks are easier to find by the millions of people who spend their days searching your body, reviewing your actions.

August 19, 2013 - The Summer of George
It's been a long road to this point, full of self-doubt and aimless wandering. But here I am, in the twilight hours of my Summer of George.