Here’s something I originally posted in 2013 and updated for a reading last year. I decided to share the revision after a recent conversation with a friend about dating. She asked, “How has the process gone so…awry?” They meet us at happy hour—colleague of a friend. They make eye contact on the metro the day the homeless guy vomits. So gross! I’m Trev. They … More They Meet us at Happy Hour
…Because when you hate the humidity, pretty soon you start to hate everything in the humidity. Sweater lady: What in GOD’S NAME is wrong with you? Just looking at that thick layer of wool coating your arms and torso, that collar at your neck, makes me feel ten times more hot and clammy and disgusting … More People the Humidity Makes me Want to Punch in the Face
I met Luke T. on a plane at the end of a very rough day. We started talking when he asked me, “So what do you do, in this world?” Luke T. is one of those people who has one of those auras. You know the kind. And by some gift of serendipity, Luke T. … More The Gospel According to Luke (T.)
I forget things until springtime. The roar of fresh leaves, the frail gesture of petals, the blue cruise of clouds, the tickle of little bugs. The way sun smells on warm rock under the liquid power of cool light. The lifelift that love is. The way poems make sense, only the ones about filling and … More Things I Forget Until Springtime
I woke up and saw the sun catching on the bricks of the building outside and had a memory of my college philosophy professor. She was saying, all Robin Williams/Dead Poets Society, “We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake…by an infinite expectation of the dawn.” Here’s what else Thoreau, (sure, sometimes an ole … More To Affect the Quality of the Day
A couple of months ago during the nighttime commute, I looked up from my book. I had taken the bus almost daily for several months since moving to D.C., but I hadn’t ever stopped to look—really look—at the faces of the people around me, dozens of professionals sitting and standing their way up Massachusetts Avenue. … More This is Bus Face
Every time we type on a blog or update a Facebook status, we make a decision about how we represent ourselves to the world. The choice might be more or less conscious than we think. It gets pretty fascinating, pretty quick, to think about how we attempt to control a certain representation—illusion?—of ourselves with social … More “About Lauren”…Who’s Asking?