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Monthly Archives: April 2017

The Ship

I feared my grandfather’s model ship, meticulous and as long as my body.

The Dreaded Second Question—Or, In Defense of My Major

Are those not good enough reasons to study history?

Relational Permutations

Equation A: be ambitious and industrious, do not leave the workplace to the mercy of the weak minded men. Fight + win + conquer, all while rocking 6 inch stilettos and maintaining strong sex-appeal^10.

Wicked or Weakness

I don’t know. Two albums that have ripped my heart open, made me cry, left me at a loss for words. I think that’s transcendent.

Spring Break 2005: Chillermania

“Chillermania,” I whispered to myself with reverence. “The World Headquarters.” My heart leapt with excitement.

Billboards & Bumper Stickers

This is where we are. The reduction of a decades-long debate with life-changing ramifications to a billboard. Or a bumper sticker. Or a sound bite.

Boersma Girls Backpack: An Experiment in Photojournalism

Boersma Girls Backpack: An Experiment in Photojournalism

by | Apr 24, 2017

Gollums in caves. Rolled down Smartwools. Disposable camera flash. #SB2k13.

Loving A Man Called Ove: A Book Review

Loving A Man Called Ove: A Book Review

Like many a literary grouch before him, Ove’s icy winter of life thaws before his final curtain.

Earn Your Dawn

Earn Your Dawn

Comfort is a much needed salve, and respite for the parched and thirsty, but it’s good to remember we can also drown.

The Wisdom of Toby

The Wisdom of Toby

“Something happened when the White House got demystified. The impression was left that anybody could do it.”

Four Easters and a Funeral

Four Easters and a Funeral

Christmas is always the musk of dusty angel robes and glow of Christmas tree lights on the hardwood floor. Easter, however, is rarely the same twice.

As We Go On, We Remember

As We Go On, We Remember

I didn’t cry at this graduation, like I did all those years ago on the stage of my elementary school, but I would cry later.

A Name is a Name is a Name (?)

A Name is a Name is a Name (?)

I’ve found that the mundanities of teaching quickly and quietly bleed a name of its import.

Next Episode, Please: Season 3

Next Episode, Please: Season 3

As readers might recall from Season 1 and Season 2, I’d allowed podcasts to become a steady burble of background noise flowing through my waking, non-working hours.

For whom the rooster crows

For whom the rooster crows

There are other surmised explanations for the rooster’s place on church steeples, but this account seems the most plausible to me.

A Series of Honest Postcards

A Series of Honest Postcards

There is something about watching people pick out spaghetti sauce, and knowing they will cook and eat a meal together, leave dirty dishes in a sink together, that makes me ache.

How Everything Felt

How Everything Felt

So much of poetry is naming things.

When I Get a Job

When I Get a Job

When I get a job, I will have a brand-new wardrobe to match my brand-new job. I’m not sure where all these new clothes will come from, but most likely Olivia Pope’s closet.

Adventures in Groceryland

Adventures in Groceryland

I know which cashier is the fastest, which one is the nicest, and which one packs my reusable grocery bags like her own personal Tetris championship.

The Floppiness of Students

The Floppiness of Students

My students rarely say “no,” however. They say “It’s difficult” or “I’m tired,” because from their perspective they are trying.

Light from Light

Light from Light

I didn’t know how to write about a rain jacket on Palm Sunday after forty-four people died in their churches.

To Be Known Again

To Be Known Again

When you start to recognize people and places, and you start to be recognized, you start to feel home. Re-cognize—from the Latin cognoscere, “to know.” To re-know, or to know again.

Fragments, Detritus, and Half-Scribbled Thoughts

Fragments, Detritus, and Half-Scribbled Thoughts

I have so many half-baked ideas rattling around in my brain, interesting websites bookmarked for inspiration, words and sentences hastily scrawled on Post-It Notes.

Instructions for Living an Untimed Life

Instructions for Living an Untimed Life

Mostly, I pace. While I pace, I think about what I’ll make for dinner. I think about the fact that I’ll have time to make dinner because we test again tomorrow so that means no lesson planning.

Crotchpot

Crotchpot

I recently discovered the healthy, frugal, “have my shit together” magic known as a crockpot, specifically, a brown-and-tan, floral relic from my parents’ wedding that in a roundabout Oedipal way, led to the traumatization of my penis.

Spring Cleaning

Spring Cleaning

I would even go so far as to say that tidying, a good spring cleaning that freshens any staleness that has settled in over a long winter, can be a spiritual practice.

Welcome to the 1-800-HEAVEN Hotline

Welcome to the 1-800-HEAVEN Hotline

For Christianity, press one. For Judaism, press two. For Islam, press three. For Atheism, please hang up and try again.

The Trouble with Communion

The Trouble with Communion

So I understand the benefits of the simple, unfussy communion of my childhood. It’s much neater, less ripe with possibilities for awkwardness.

Cheering on a Long-Distance Runner

Cheering on a Long-Distance Runner

Every spring, Notre Dame holds a half-marathon called (surprise, surprise) “The Holy Half.”

Something-American

Something-American

Here I’m asked to explain it: why we talk so loudly, why we dress so sloppy, why we elected Donald Trump.