Quentin Super: Author of The Long Road East, The Long Road North
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 →
“Any woman who wants to date you right now isn’t worth dating.” These were the words told to my buddy by his critical mother. As he relayed their interaction to me, the line resonated. It’s been almost two weeks since coming back to America. Part of me is grateful to be home, the other part... Continue Reading →
My Life, Best Written 