Lately, when my friends and I go out into the city at night we carry pitchforks and torches. Our feet pound in rhythm over bridges and cobblestone squares as the crowds part for us or …
Paul Van Vliet
Living Room
Everyday on my way to class I rattle through a large park on my 1970’s grandma bike. The park sits just a few short blocks from the canal that marks the perimeter of the old …
A Different Me
I envy those that can find themselves through a simple Google search of their name. I can only imagine the pure egotistical joy I would feel if somehow I vaulted to the top of the …
Behind the Museum Glass
I raised my hands above my head and placed my feet over the footprints painted on the floor as a TSA agent turned on the machine to see what I was made of. Having been …
Smart, Funny, Incredibly Good Looking
Packing for a long trip is a bit like one of those painful getting-to-know-you questions in which I have to describe myself in five words or fewer. There are many things that I would really …
Introducing Paul
I don’t mind rainy days, which, if what I have been told is true, is an important quality to have when spending time in the Netherlands. Being a Minnesotan by birth, I have, as all …