“However, I know my name now.” she said, “that’s some comfort. Alice—Alice—I won’t forget it again.”
Several times over the past year, I’ve sat down and started typing out a blog post, attempting to articulate why the notion of “never growing up” is so important to me and why associating myself with childlike things is such an integral part of my identity. These attempts have always fizzled out after two or …
It’s November 2019. The days are getting shorter, the weather’s getting colder, and it’s almost time for midterm exams. I need a fun distraction. I turn to my close friend and fellow roadgeek Maggie David Haynes, and I propose we take one last road trip before winter sets in. Coincidentally, the weekend we’ve planned for …
As a neurodivergent person, I consider Lewis Carroll’s Alice a kindred spirit. I, too, frequently feel stuck navigating a world of nonsense in which I am forced to interact with obstinate people whose thought processes seem to run on a logic entirely foreign to my own. Given that I found this character relatable enough to …
Another decade draws to a close. Did we ever decide what to call this one? “The tens”? “The teens”? “The twenty-tens”? Granted, we didn’t really converge on “the two thousands” for the previous decade until it had already ended, so maybe once we get into the ’20s, we’ll have made our minds up. One convenience …
I came home for Christmas this year. Usually, when you hear someone say they’re going home for Christmas, you think of someone who’s moved away from their family and looking to return to their hometown for a brief holiday reunion. But my situation is a little different: I still live with my family in my …