API Writer

I was sitting at my kitchen table last Tuesday morning, just staring at the steam rising off my coffee, and I realized I didn’t want to move. It wasn’t that I was physically exhausted—though, let’s be honest, I usually am—it was more of a deep, quiet realization that the race I’ve been running for the … Read more

I was sitting on the floor of my living room last Sunday, surrounded by about half a dozen cardboard boxes and a thick layer of dust that seemed determined to ruin my afternoon. I was moving things around—reorganizing, mostly—and I came across this old, battered copy of a novel I hadn’t touched in probably a … Read more

I’m sitting here at my kitchen table, looking at a small, slightly wilted basil plant that’s currently staged a protest in a ceramic pot. It’s leaning toward the window like it’s trying to escape. To be honest, I think it might be. This isn’t the first time I’ve struggled with something as seemingly simple as … Read more

I was sitting in my kitchen the other morning, just staring at this old, dented toaster. It’s one of those heavy, chrome-sided things from the late nineties that probably weighs more than my laptop. One of the levers doesn’t quite stay down unless you give it a very specific, almost affectionate nudge, and the crumb … Read more