...our accent is still grave and our senses still disordered...
Your state falls late that evening. This particular battleground has tipped the political war . . .
He is the first dog I’ve ever owned. Though I’ve been warned on this point, his introduction to the household is like that of a newborn . . .
Oh My God, see that our wretched weeping, which we have done o’ long the morning, not be in vain. Of course, the way the new jeans bunch up is all wrong . . .
I see people I don’t want to know. But encountering old faces outside of the bygone homeroom and cafeteria setting is reassuring and a reason for trust. School spirit hasn’t seen the last of us.
At the office the next morning, we stared at our computer screens to keep from laughing and a magnetic pull began . . .
Doug Rohrbauch listens to bootleg version of Idiot Wind shortly after breaking up with girlfriend and melts into his chair. . . .
I went to a place without the internet because I wanted to live life deliberately. This, for example, would have been something to tweet . . .
Nathaniel Missildine is a father and writer living in Dijon, France. His book Save for Fireflies recounts his cross-country experience as a tourist on his native soil.