My great-grandparents lived in a small town in Indiana on an orchard. I
associate them with the smell of apples in summer, with the old floorboards of
their home that would creak as
[Mitski, “Fireworks”] I pull my bike out of the garage. My house and street are
straight out of D.J. Waldie’s Holy Land
[https://www.powells.com/book/holy-land-a-suburban-memoir-9780312168643], which
means, if
Six months after I graduated from college I signed up for ministry school.
Because apparently, I’m the kind of person who likes school that much.
For the ministry school, I went to
I have a love affair with libraries. Growing up in a small New Hampshire town,
our library was more artifact than lending institution, but I liked it anyway.
It shared the property line
Today he is all but forgotten, but there was a time when Etaoin Shrdlu showed up
daily in newspapers across the U.S. His name most often appeared in the dense
columns of