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Monthly Archives: June 2016

What We Talk About When We Talk About The Fire Alarm

We had been bearing all of these trials patiently enough, however, until the day the toilet started belching. I want you to imagine what that must sound like, and after you have, I want you to imagine me hearing those sounds alone in the apartment—which coincidentally, did not contain a plunger.

Pandas and Perspective

Regardless, it’s foolish of me to believe that a panda can be anything but cute and cuddly. If I fail to see and acknowledge the less-than-cutesy aspects, I remain in a state of partiality and partial truth.

A Whisky Silence

Although Christmas in June is not an actual tradition, you’ve been good this year so I want to reward you with the gift of silence, and Nick Offerman.

K-Strass

It’s all part of the character, that character we’ve all met at some point or another: so-called professionals who are no good at what they claim to be at, like a magician who can’t hide a card.

Momentos de Tejas

By the end of the night, the musician had burned himself out, Ed was snoozing on a table in the back, and a thirteen-year-old girl who’d somehow snuck in was able to snag a selfie with “the Michigan Boys.”

To The Class of 2016: What I’ve Learned Since Graduation

It’s not always easy chasing after whichever field God points you toward, especially if the words “vile” or “sordid” sometimes apply.

Dear Class of 2019

Dear Class of 2019

by | Jun 24, 2016

I know adults aren’t easy to trust, and teachers least of all, but please trust me. Trust that I know what I’m talking about, even just a little bit. Trust that I might, on occasion, be right when you’re wrong.

PrideTube

PrideTube

If you are looking for a powerful, enlightening, and comforting essay about the devastating loss our community suffered on June 12th, 2016, I cannot find the words for you right now.

The Hillary Lie

The Hillary Lie

Hillary has been the target of thousands of sexist attacks on Twitter, including some in which she is blamed for her husband’s affair. Call me crazy, but I find it difficult to imagine a male politician getting blamed for his wife’s improprieties.

Learning to Mourn

Learning to Mourn

What I really want the smiling broadcasters to say is that there is no silver lining. This is not an opportunity or a warning call or a new beginning. It is an ending, and endings should be mourned.

15 Things I Learned From My Father

15 Things I Learned From My Father

10. If it’s broken, don’t buy a new one: try to fix it. Hot glue, superglue, epoxy, solder. In that order.

A Game of Croquet

A Game of Croquet

Jessica, meanwhile, cut against the interpretive grain. She saw in Stephen’s lurching movements, his silent fury, his body at war with itself, something that looked like her.

Postcards from England

Postcards from England

Dear Reader, I’m writing to you from my bathrobe. In a window seat. In a castle. In England.

The Psalmic Patience of Chance the Rapper’s ‘Blessings’

The Psalmic Patience of Chance the Rapper’s ‘Blessings’

But the author of the Vespasian Psalter and his fellow blessing traditionalists needn’t despair. If blessings could jump the shark on the heels of one rapper, could they possibly be redeemed by another?

The Coffee Chronicles

The Coffee Chronicles

Because once you’ve been compared to mayonnaise, things can only get better.

Plain

Plain

I was not just leaving behind a friend, but someone who loves the parts of me I don’t. Sometimes adulthood just feels like a dawn of frequent partings.

I Don’t Wanna Pray

I Don’t Wanna Pray

I don’t pray anymore. I feel like I should want to, but I don’t. I bow my head in church and before meals, but those are more habits than prayers.

Go Forth

Go Forth

A lot of commercials lately seem to be taking on social issues, and I think it’s important for us to see our world through the lens of an advertiser.

I Am Donald Trump

I Am Donald Trump

Entitled. Selfish. Hostile. Angry. Fearful.

What Happens When You Leave?

What Happens When You Leave?

Strangers think it’s “cool” that I lived there, which, whatever it means, isn’t true. It was something else entirely.

Cannibal of GR

Cannibal of GR

The story goes, that a girl was traveling abroad… either that or she was in Grand Rapids… or Boston or Austin or Mauston. Which is in Wisconsin… anyways, minor details…

Acts of Faith, Acts of Choice

Acts of Faith, Acts of Choice

Captain America: The Winter Soldier actually raises two themes that the viewer can wrestle with and reflect on: Faith and Choice.

Age of Innocence

Age of Innocence

I reveled in my first watch of The OC because I wasn’t allowed to watch it in middle and high school. Shows about teenagers having sex were strictly off-limits. (However, watching Jack Bauer torture terrorists was totally fine.)

As a Mother

As a Mother

You know that saying, “Mother knows best”? It’s a saying for a frickin’ reason. We’re the backbone of every decent household in America.

I Watched Christian Mingle The Movie So You Don’t Have To

I Watched Christian Mingle The Movie So You Don’t Have To

I think Jesus would watch Christian Mingle The Movie with me, and would snort and groan and make snarky commentary in all the right places.

What The Hell Did I Just Watch?

What The Hell Did I Just Watch?

The list of far-fetched hobby-type things goes on—latte art, throwing things in a blender and showing the footage on YouTube (Will It Blend?), keeping moldy water in your garage and selling it to other people (home brewing)…

Recipe for Disappointment

Recipe for Disappointment

The pleasure of these videos comes from the small frame. Everything is contained, orderly, and clean. All of the mixing bowls—so many!—are matching. All of the ingredients and utensils are always there—without price tags.

Ocean Breathes Salty

Ocean Breathes Salty

So on back. Back to the music video. Back to the lyrics that make the video all worthwhile. It’s not that I’m expecting everyone to get this.

Telling Other People’s Stories

Telling Other People’s Stories

This was my mistake. I tried to tell a story without knowing the lives behind it, without caring. I did not publish that story, however remarkable I still find it. It was not mine to share.