Earlier this week, our 44th president posted his summer reading list: five books he’s read and particularly enjoyed this summer. I loved it—not the books themselves because I’ve read exactly zero of them but the fact that he had a list, the fact that he’s read something over the last three months, or over any… Continue reading Summer Reading List

There’s a scene in the new movie, 8th Grade, where two eighth graders, Kayla and Gabe, are on a Friend Date. They sit, by themselves, facing each other on opposite ends of the same table, eating microwavable chicken nuggets with eight (!) different dipping sauces, quoting Rick and Morty, and complimenting each other on how… Continue reading The Chicken’s Fallen On The Floor

Last Friday, I had a SURREAL Fenway experience with my oldest pal in the world, Ben. The whole night felt stranger than fiction, and it’s taken a week to (attempt to) process. Here’s a Retroactive Running Diary (all times approximate): 6:27—Ben’s dad calls to ask where our seats are. He tells us that one of… Continue reading Retroactive Fenway Diary

In third grade, we had an in-class, pet chameleon. The day before the chameleon joined us, we all went around the room and suggested potential names. I said that we could call it Mystery, anticipating its ability to change colors and surprise us. Mystery it was. The pathetic thing, we quickly learned, was that Mystery barely even… Continue reading Celebrity Crushes