Archive - A Sharp Knife Is Safer

"In the sun-soaked season between mandatory and optional academies, I vended culinary utensils from a register."

Apr 26 •

61: My other high school job

"When I was 16 and 17, I worked on and off pretending to buy cigarettes underage from gas stations."

Apr 19 •

"☀️👨🏼‍🎓"

Apr 12 •

59: Opposite day

"In the summer between high school and college, I didn’t sell kitchen knives from a catalog."

Apr 5 •

March 2024

58: I am Nick’s blood cell

"I am a red blood cell."

Mar 29 •

57: Weasel words

"In the only summer between high school and almost college, I sold kitchen knives from a catalog of them."

Mar 22 •

"In the ice cream season, I sold tools for dicing onions and carving turkey."

Mar 15 •

Mar 8 •

February 2024

In the season of mown grass, banana-oil sunblock, and smoky bonfires, and with the funk of my adolescence still fading, I sold tinny-smelling kitchen…

Feb 9 •

In the season of buzzing grasshoppers, after the last school bell, my knife went thock, thock, thock on the cutting board as I yammered a spiel at…

Feb 2 •

January 2024

In the months when shadows disappear, when my loved ones had watched me graduate but not yet seen me off, I showed around pictures of gleaming silver…

Jan 26 •

51: Re-paired clauses

It was the summer between high school and college.

Jan 19 •

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