I Punned at the Washington Post

Following my first publication on the Solo-ish blog earlier this summer, I managed to convince the good people at The Washington Post to publish another piece of mine. A few weeks ago I headed to the gynecologist to have my IUD replaced, and because I'm a narcissistic writer, I thought to myself, "Surely I must… Continue reading I Punned at the Washington Post

Father’s Day, Early

This blueberry beer tastes like camaraderie, like the liquid will seep in and fill the holes in our conversation--like how the cold Atlantic waves filled in the space between the rocks scattered across the craggy New Hampshire beach we walked along this morning. Tonight, this bar feels like neutral territory, miles away from our separate… Continue reading Father’s Day, Early