Quentin Super: Author of The Long Road East, The Long Road North
It’s been two weeks since the government told us to stay inside. Their request didn’t change my lifestyle much. The only difference is I haven’t been able to go to the gym to try and achieve a level of vanity I foolishly believe will make me happier. This has relegated me to doing only pushups,... Continue Reading →
Things seemed so normal as recently as a week ago. NBA games were still going on and coronavirus was merely a looming threat, something we assumed only affected older people and those with compromised immune systems. That’s what we knew then. What we know now is much different, but even that is not enough to... Continue Reading →
Sunday nights bring a certain kind of clarity. It’s humid, and it’s only March. My best material is written in my head, and then when I sit down to type it out, all that elegant artistry has abandoned me and I’m left with jumbled thoughts and formulations that don’t make sense. It’s about 9:03 P.M.... Continue Reading →
My Life, Best Written 