Category / Nonfiction / 2019 / Spring 2019

The world was black outside my windows, and my body ached for more sleep, but I willed my arms to push my body away from the warm, soft bed, and my legs to carry me to the kitchen. Looking the part was every bit as important as the rest, so while I swallowed large gulps…

Exaggeration is a funny word. It’s got five syllables and all sorts of letters. Its spelling is flat-out excessive. Perhaps that’s the point of the extra g, to indicate excess. In that sense you could say it’s performative; it exaggerates itself. It takes water that’s merely room temperature and either scalds it or freezes it.…