I’m many days late and always some dollars short, but I wanted to post my most recent essay, Rising Inaction, which appeared on Hobart a few months back. The essay is a gauntlet thrown down against the idea of the typical story arc, where an inciting incident leads to rising action and a climax before falling to a denouement. I write about one of my own life nadirs, where all I did was wander and nothing felt like rising action, and wonder: is just sitting there a plot? Is paralysis a story, and an essential part of the action? Read on, dear reader, to find out more.
I always knew I'd become famous for writing about Mormon comfort food, I just didn't know it would happen so soon. Presenting: My NPR piece about Mormon comfort food, the Doom Boom, and what to eat during the apocalypse.