My imperfect association of nihilism and sports.

Funerals, birthdays, and a conversation in Row 36.

An atypical Peace Corps experience.

An anxious girl goes for a walk.

A familiar dream.

Growth doesn't end with youth, it just gets weirder.

In a season when everything felt paper-thin, a novice climb up Mt. Adams became less peakbagging and more an instinctive step towards staying alive.

How I was shaped by the insanity of driving.

An account of my Saturday and Sunday.

A retrospect of style and identity.

And why you should not run in airports.

Pondering the tides of friendship.

I’ve spent much of my life running from part of myself. Now, at 29, I’m finally learning to embrace it.

A guided meditation.

The author receives lessons from nature as she reflects on her recovery from a traumatic brain injury.

Parables from the Chattanoogan climbing scene.

How 1970s Disneyland damaged spacetime and broke my concept of nature.

Poetry by H. H. Chase Rodgers.