Tag: Literally

I think I turned 16 years old when I got my first guitar. I couldn’t play anything at the beginning, but I strummed the strings as hard as I could, until three of the strings eventually broke. “It was the happiest and most frustrating tImes of my life. The cycle never stopped, ...

Sorry, I’m so late! I sprinted to get here. What a stressful day; I had this one thing to do, and if I didn’t get it done today, I’d lose the opportunity forever. Actually, I had all month to do it but somehow didn’t get to it. Are they still holding our table? I know you ...

I relied on my mom and aunt to talk to my grandparents. My grandparents spoke German — my mom and aunt’s native tongue — and since my nine-year-old cousin, Jackson, and I were raised in America, we only spoke English (although I took a few semesters of German in college). My mom an...

I’m publishing this series of articles to share and discuss my ruminations on coping with a troubled and messy world. You can “follow” me to never miss an article. In a masterly Op-Ed that deserves to be widely read, and even more that its message needs to be acted on, Jamelle B...

When I think about rust (which, I’ll admit, is not very often), I usually consider it in the same category as moss. It’s present in damp areas, can be an annoying nuisance, but isn’t a major threat. Unlike a tiger, I’m not worried about rust attempting to eat me. However, ...