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Monthly Archives: September 2017

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

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

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

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

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 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

by | Sep 13, 2017

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.