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Monthly Archives: September 2017

The Funny One

Making friends, it turns out, meant finding people I didn’t have to be funny around—those I could trust liked me even when I wasn’t confident or cracking jokes

Sunday Mornings for Apostates

“Why weren’t you in church this morning?”
I still haven’t told her.

Bootleg Baby

We’ve since come to realize that there’s no perfect way to feel while pregnant. There’s not an emotional experience you’re supposed to have.

In Search Of Our DNA

The rupture between God and humanity is crystal clear in this one, and as the play careened toward its tragic ending, no one in the theatre was surprised.

On Tattoos

During the hour it took to fill in the shapes of Michigan, Huron, Superior, Erie, and Ontario, I learned a lot about tattoos. Apparently, no design is off-limits, so long as you can find an artist willing to draw it.

Or So I Thought

I thought that I would feel more in touch with nature after. Like I had somehow participated in an older way of living, or taken on some inherited, but forgotten role in the forest. But instead I felt sick.

For my Camp Students: On Losing Races

For my Camp Students: On Losing Races

by | Sep 24, 2017

Paul calls the Corinthians, God calls us, to run to win. Our faith journey should be so committed that we’re willing to do it with half a lung and still come out on top.

It’s About Time

It’s About Time

Time isn’t food, money, a place, or a feeling, or an object or a person—it just is. Despite a wealth of idioms, it’s still hard to talk about time and harder still to savor it.

The Institute (of Arts)

The Institute (of Arts)

And for twenty-five minutes I am warm and more alive
than the seven hours and thirty-five minutes between walls and cabinets three floors above.

Health Care, or: Exhibit Infinity Why Republicans Don’t Care About You

Health Care, or: Exhibit Infinity Why Republicans Don’t Care About You

It cannot be emphasized too much or too often: Supporters of this bill do not care about you or about making lives better. They are unfit to govern and need to be removed from public service.

Figs

Figs

Meanwhile, I am childless, jobless, and directionless. I don’t feel that I’ve wasted my time, and I don’t feel dismayed, but I’m also tired of feeling crushed under the weightlessness of potential and gawking at figs like stars I could never align.

An Object Lesson

An Object Lesson

Once someone no longer needs unemployment assistance because they’ve gotten a job, things should be much easier: more money, more independence, more control, more freedom. But DeParle wants to show us just how much harder it gets after welfare.

Chocolate Milk

Chocolate Milk

The smoothies are revoltingly healthful. One recipe, dubbed “The Beginner,” calls for pear, banana, pineapple, avocado, and a full six cups of kale.

Liner Notes with Tony, Part I: Sometimes People Do Non-Musical Things During Their Music

Liner Notes with Tony, Part I: Sometimes People Do Non-Musical Things During Their Music

I tried not to include too many live songs because that’s sort of cheating, but there are some REALLY good live ones, so those have been included.

Writing the Where

Writing the Where

These three things struck me about the way Gopnik writes about place. Perhaps they contain a few lessons that will help us in writing about where we’re from, where we are, and where we’re yet to go.

Enough / Not Enough

Enough / Not Enough

Still, grace is not always a shout. Sometimes, it’s a whisper. Sometimes, it’s day zero, rather than the third day.

A Goodness

A Goodness

A few days later I was back in Seattle and it felt like coming home, like jumping into your bed’s cold sheets and warming them as you fall asleep. I feel bad about that, for loving two places at once.

God Only Knows

God Only Knows

I really appreciate the time you’ve taken to get to know me. You, my friend, are the master of mixtapes. Each week, you introduce me a new crop of tunes.

Grammar and Forgetting

Grammar and Forgetting

The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will contain
With ease—and You—beside—

When A Church Breaks

When A Church Breaks

When a church breaks, her people realize they broke her themselves. By not acknowledging the extent of our own broken fingers and bent hearts, we pursued something that might not have been the gospel.

Works of Light

Works of Light

The light pooled on the horizon, stretching like taffy, growing and receding. When it faded away in one direction, we looked behind us to see it growing in another corner of the sky. It seemed to breathe.

Yourself, Eventually

Yourself, Eventually

If a Bart sings in the woods and no one hears him, does he make a sound?

Ruminations on Love and Marriage

Ruminations on Love and Marriage

As a young teenager, I always assumed that once you got married, you and your partner just sort of…stayed the same.

Within the Veil

Within the Veil

This is the curtain call, a standing ovation for being present. We all saw the curtain between earth and heaven rise and fall again.

Still, Still, Still Simmering

Still, Still, Still Simmering

Wildfires ravage and Irma bears down and nuclear tests keep happening, and I am heavy bored.

When Enoch Was No More

When Enoch Was No More

Last Sunday, I stopped to get coffee before church when a woman hesitantly approached and asked if I was a Christian. I told her I was.

Of Mice and (Wo)men

Of Mice and (Wo)men

Three days later, an industrious little nibbler gets into my bag of white cheddar popcorn. We stash our remaining food in Rubbermaids, bleach everything, and riddle our kitchen with even more mousetraps.

On Not Missing Childhood

On Not Missing Childhood

I think everyone has childhood hurts that they carry with them, and these are mine.

Proving Sylvia Plath Wrong

Proving Sylvia Plath Wrong

I left that professor’s office thinking: I am the kind of person who has the potential to do anything but the proclivity to do nothing. I am the kind of person who is paralyzed by choice, instead of empowered by it.

The Starfish Dilemma

The Starfish Dilemma

Maybe—and this is hard to admit—I care more about the plight of The Poor than about individuals in poverty with names and faces, each with different dreams.