A Letter on “Hope.”

Recently on Fiverr, I was asked to write a letter, which being a (militant) advocate for written-correspondence I was glad to comply. The only problem, though, was that I was asked to talk about "Hope." Where does one even begin? Deciding not to focus on my own experiences, I wanted to investigate what Hope actually is -- and I wanted be more practical and philosophical than merely (and often unfulfillingly) poetic. You'll find here no allusions to spring or sunrise. For such a nebulous but necessary emotion, I think it requires more seriousness than that.

The Butterfly Patrol: “Don’t Touch the Butterflies!”

Since mid-August I've been working at the Houston Museum of Natural Science in their Visitor Services Department. It's a pretty straightforward job: I'm the guy who tears your ticket, tells you where the nearest rest room is and Please Don't Touch The Butterflies, Thank You. Because, you see, sometimes my job is to patrol the museum's … Continue reading The Butterfly Patrol: “Don’t Touch the Butterflies!”