The Missing Cat Caper
April 15, 2026
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I’m Max Callahan, P.I. That stands for Private Investigator if you’re not hip to the detective game like me. You might be more familiar with
Anecdotes on everything from unrequited love to rabid encounters
I’m Max Callahan, P.I. That stands for Private Investigator if you’re not hip to the detective game like me. You might be more familiar with
How are law review submissions like looking for a husband? You set up your profile on Bumble or Scholastica, pouring your heart out in twenty-five
“There’s no need to specify that it’s not funny,” said Sam. “In what situation would too much traffic be funny?”
“It was a lesson in attachment, growth, and grieving; in learning how to let go of parts of me I thought were essential, when they no longer are.”
Minimalism sucks. No, not fundamentally (say, like fascism) but in its ultimate goal. It is an elusive pursuit; a constant work-in-progress. And how it could not be? There are never enough things that you cannot own.
“For anyone who asks, this is what happened: Lara kissed the dog. Then the dog she’s dating wanted a kiss too.”
“So, when my husband tweeted ‘J for Judiciary, J for Joke’, he was promptly chastised by a quick-witted troll, “A for Ashir, A for A**h*le.””
“My excess baggage had resulted in a handbag full of hostile playdates: a downcast novella, one teaspoon of sanitizer, two broken chargers, a single shoe from a pair of Doc Martens, and a beanie.”
The anxiety-riddled moments of preparation that precede joining a video call with the prospective love of your life who says things like ‘in the new normal’