creative writing

My patience,  my fragile, limited-since-birth patience, is dwindling,  because  my Kindle,  my functioning, paid-in-full Kindle,  is kindling. Hunger Games in Cleveland. Memoirs by the Bay. 15 years of books and memories.  Libraries all the way. But it could not be trusted.  The Cloud or a receipt. You will own nothing after all.  The ultimate deceit.… Read more: Elegy on a Kindle 4

I understand it could be hard to fathom someone experiencing a flash of inspiration while watching a San Francisco Giants/Colorado Rockies game in 2026. However, I can report this happened to me last week. And the inspiration is no less remarkable than a strategy to save the Giants’ wounded reputation. For context, I am relatively… Read more: The Answer to SF Giants’ Rainbow Blunder

Childhood field trips. Family vacations. Game day. That time your college boyfriend told you he was exploring a different gender. These are the occasions best paired with a bag of chips. Conjure the nostalgic chip bags of your youth, probably located in the background of a sleepover group photo or displayed as prominent product placement… Read more: The Complete SunChips Flop Spectrum

I made the decision to delete my Facebook and Instagram one month ago. I stopped posting to social media nearly four years ago. I stopped learning new social medias at Snapchat—fourteen years ago. I opened my Facebook account during a sleepover on St. Patrick’s Day weekend of my senior year of high school, 18 years… Read more: On the Eve of My Facebook Death

Even the most buttery smooth baseball announcer can’t quite churn out the name for a new type of baserunner in Major League Baseball. Placed runners became the rule as part of the MLB’s effort to speed up America’s Pastime. And while the games are brisker than ever, there is still room to polish these rules. Hearing the MLB struggle with the verbiage for the placed runner concept is troubling to me, as baseball has a storied history of delightful names.