There’s an intersection two blocks from my apartment where I find myself frequently. It’s at the end of Adams Morgan, or the beginning, depending on where you’re coming from. I find myself there often because of the magic stoplight. No matter where I’m coming from or where I’m…
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They’re repaving the roads in DC. They’re always repaving. I’m running in a quiet neighborhood and suddenly it’s loud. Trucks, orange cones, grinders…
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A fragment of black string floats before my face, drifting down from nowhere. I try to grab it; it floats away. It’s buglike in its movements, avoiding…
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Destinations are overrated
Do you ever feel like everyone around you wants you to fail? If not, try fostering animals. Everyone you know — friend, family, stranger, foe — will…
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On humility
I discovered a chip in my tooth. In a back molar. A jaggedness with my tongue, like something was stuck, but nothing was, I hadn’t eaten. I looked in a…
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This week I learned that every birder has a “spark bird.” A spark bird is the bird that sparked their birdy passion. The bird that opened their eyes to…
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