Sometimes the simplest memories can be the most powerful. Chris Wiewiora shares a story from his childhood in Warsaw, Poland.
I just couldn’t imagine being with anyone else other than Lauren and I wanted only her, always.
Nothing says “sorry” like a fist.
As I stand under an apricot tree, a golden set of stairs appears.
Whenever I think of love notes I think about the one stuck to my parents’ bathroom mirror.
What do you do when you know your friend has cheated on his girlfriend?
Ever watched porn and thought, ‘I could do this, easy’?
I want to reminiscence, but I don’t believe we remember things the same as each other.
It’s morning in the suburbs.
Being a snob means being discerning and exclusive. Try not to take it too hard.
Chris Wiewiora describes his distance from a high school stabbing.
“I was too much of a coward to say I was sorry.”
“He could’ve done some damage in high school football, but he was the assistant manager counting my drawer.”
Chris Wiewiora explains how reuniting with an ex is a testament to hope and human strength.
Chris Wiewiora remembers the first morning he woke up next to a woman.
Chris Wiewiora remembers how, no matter where his missionary parents moved, his mother always had a book with her, and how that literary dedication passed on to him.