I’ve been thinking about my childhood pets lately. For example, when I was in elementary school, I had a pet frog named Flip. Flip lived in a bowl of water…
One of my favorite parts of being home is visiting my grandmother and indulging in homemade pizza, pasta and lots of bread and cheese. My Nona makes the best food,…
Ah, Valentine’s Day. V-day. Love and stuff. Candy hearts, flowers, chocolates, chubby winged babies, the gist. I wasn’t fortunate enough to be struck by Cupid’s arrow this year, or any…
“Black history is American History.” Every February, some variant of this sentiment finds its way into my news feed, usually in the form of an appropriated and decontextualized Morgan Freeman…
My English 211 students have spent the last two weeks reading a book called “Reclaiming Conversation: The Power of Talk in the Digital Age.” The author is Sherry Turkle, a…
Never grow up. All of your childhood you hear it, yet all of your childhood is spent in ignorant anticipation of doing just that. Reaching double digits on your 10th…
The strangest experience I’ve ever had at work was July 14, 2015. I was working the best job in the world as a barista in the Barnes and Noble Café…
I started writing this column last week, thinking that it would just be about fake news. Fake news is way too easy to create and spread. Take, for example, the…
“Hello, Hungry; I’m Dad.” We’ve all heard this one before, likely from a father figure, and we’ve all probably groaned at it too. It’s that groaning I want to talk…
“Hello, Hungry; I’m Dad.” We’ve all heard this one before, likely from a father figure, and we’ve all probably groaned at it too. It’s that groaning I want to talk…