Here’s a question for you: could hiking boots ever be… cool? No, scratch that. Don’t like that wording—it’s begging for approval, and I’m not here for that. Let’s try this again: Could you accept the reality that hiking boots as a fashion statement have been made cool? Is that something you could even fathom? Because, as I’m pleased to inform you, hiking boots have been made cool. By me.…

There are only two things I know for sure. First, my hair is my life. Second, that first point is not hyperbole. When I type “my hair is my life,” I literally mean that the hair that sits atop my head is my primary source of energy. Like a spring flower, I rely on the radiant glow of my golden-brown hair to…

The notion of a “flip-flop” is inherently negative. I’m not, as you probably suspect, referring to the cheap foam sandals popularized by American beach culture. Rather, the kind of “flip-flop” I’m speaking about is the idea of “changing one’s mind”. In politics, the term is tossed around incessantly. To flip-flop is to stab in the back. It is to impulsively, drastically …

For me, writing only aims to do one thing. In theory, this thing is simple, but in practice, it’s the sort of thing that, if left undone, has the power to annihilate a person–without really doing much at all. That thing, the thing behind every word I’ve ever scribbled down, every stray mark or rambling paragraph, is this: slaying the blank…