My Unquantified Life

There’s a scene in Counting on You where Henry shares a memory from his childhood where he tries to count all of the grains of sugar in a single serve packet. His mother interrupts before he gets too far, dusting the sugar from the table while pleading with Henry to stop counting things. She mayContinue reading “My Unquantified Life”

I Love Kale So Much I Could Write a Poem About It

A delish garnish,A mean green… Yeah, I’m going to stop trying to write poetry. Or I might come back to it at three a.m. when I’m suddenly inspired. (I probably won’t. I mean, who wants to get up at three to write about kale? Also, this post will be published by then.) Anyway. This post?Continue reading “I Love Kale So Much I Could Write a Poem About It”

Snappy Comebacks and the Limitations of Time

(This post might be part of a series of rambles dreamed up at four a.m. on the imperfections of self) I am not stupid. I actually think I’m pretty smart. I test quite well—or did as a kid. No adult in their right mind continues sharpening pencils and filling out answer blips. Unless they’re takingContinue reading “Snappy Comebacks and the Limitations of Time”

Cellular Memory

My fascination with cloning borders on the morbid. It’s akin to my terrible habit of looking up my symptoms on WebMD and diagnosing myself with meningitis. The ‘what if’ factor is just that extreme. I’m not alone, however. Cloning is the subject of much fascination, in fiction, television, and political debate. Why do we findContinue reading “Cellular Memory”