J.RiceThat Time I Did Not Write for McSweeney’sSometimes I wish I had imposter syndrome. I wonder if my dog ever experienced trauma before he met me. There’s a bridge not far from my…May 30May 30
J.RiceAssume the PositionI’ve never been in this store. It is maybe a three minute walk from my house. This is a neighborhood convenience store whose named #2…Feb 19Feb 19
J.RiceWaters, Rivers, Anti-SemitismI’m underwater. A Miami school field trip. A trip to the beach. I may be in second grade. Maybe first grade. I cannot remember which. “Be…Oct 23, 2023Oct 23, 2023
J.RiceDumb Shit WritingMy son constantly takes his phone with him into the bathroom, and I’m afraid one day he will drop it in the toilet. I don’t know how he…Jul 17, 2023Jul 17, 2023
J.RiceA Broken MugA few days ago, this mug broke in my hands. I don’t know why it broke. I pulled the mug from the cabinet, was about to place it on the…Feb 10, 2023Feb 10, 2023
J.RiceLisbon StoriesExcept for “thank you,” I don’t speak Portuguese. Before a recent trip to Lisbon, I spent a few weeks on Duolingo trying to learn…Jan 9, 2023Jan 9, 2023
J.RiceMy Dad’s ThingsI opened my dad’s office desk drawer after he died. In it, I found neatly organized items from the insurance and financial planning…Oct 18, 2022Oct 18, 2022
J.RiceA Few Grumpy RhetoricsThis is a photograph of my daughter and me. We are in a Mexican grocery store called Aguascalientes. There is a taqueria inside the store…Jun 23, 20221Jun 23, 20221
J.RiceSignificant InsignificanceOn a given afternoon, I sit down at my small bistro table outside with an espresso. The tiny cup on the tiny saucer. Thick coffee staring…May 17, 2022May 17, 2022