Teeth, Love, and Growing Up

We started texting again during my second semester of law school. It was my winter break, and I was back home applying to summer jobs. My roommate and her cats were staying with me in San Diego after having to evacuate the historically severe LA fires. Having given her and the cats my room for the week, I camped out on my living room couch under a pile of blankets, listlessly scrolling LinkedIn under the guise of looking for job postings. My best friend had just moved away to work her dream job on Catalina Island, where she now had limited time and even more limited cell service. We'd gone from texting every day to barely texting at all, and though I was thrilled her dreams were coming true, I also felt more lost and alone than ever. At some point in my scrolling, I saw a post that made me think of my college friend --- the one I'd lost touch with yet again months ago. No matter how much time passed, she stayed in the back of my mind. It was annoying. What the hell do I have to...

Three years ago on this blog I wrote a post about the moral dilemma I faced when tasked with killing the invasive bullfrog population in Grand Teton National Park. My writing was sincere and heartwarming, and above all, it was funny. I wrote a lot of funny posts that first year of Teeth and Love. Somewhere along the way – I don’t know if it was from the trials of adjusting to the post-college life or writing for an audience bigger than the class of EN502 or because I let compliments on my writing style get to my head – I started taking myself too seriously and posted something only when I felt like I could tie everything back to a grand moral or lesson about Being Alive, and keep it all under 800 words while I’m at it. I haven’t posted anything in the past few months because a lot of Things have Happened and I keep waiting for it all to settle down so I can find a theme and thread everything together. A connects to B which then leads to big picture C, therefore we can all remind oursel...