Monthly Archives: October 2017
For years, I swear I knew the five stages of grief and what it felt like to come through to acceptance on the other side.
If nothing else then, the Illinois Regional College Fair confirmed for me what I already knew: I would make a terrible salesperson.
Who did he attack? Young women at the beginning of their careers—people over whom he had the most leverage and who had the least institutional recourse.
The first thing is that protest has a clear place in church tradition. The scriptures and church history testify to it.
I am irrationally afraid of concrete horrors, like clowns and spiders and people impersonating Talking Elmo, but those veins of fear are hardly the heart of the matter.
After listening my alarm blare for five, ten, or twenty bleary minutes, I started to admire whoever designed the heinous tone.
1. Be the curse. There is an admirable and horrifying impulse in the human heart to pretend that life is okay when it is not.
I learned to love the fall, to really love it, at the foothills of the French Alps, in October, two months after my friend drowned in Lake Michigan.
Lamb and lentils, red wine, pumpkin thing, red wine, red wine, cracker with stuff on it, red wine, sake. We stopped at Anna’s for a burrito, because no matter how good the food is, you always get hungry again.
Before even stepping foot downtown I basically knew what art I would find where and what would be in the Top 20.
For a moment, I wondered if I should be embarrassed. Then I remembered that loving Tom Petty is not embarrassing.
Whenever I tell people about this hunting trip, about my family’s tradition for the past ten years, I share it with a blend of defiance, pride, and defensiveness.
North Lawndale is a food desert.
My hands are social. They will say “I love you” before my mouth is ready.
I’m discovering that if one is to read aloud, one should pick up a murder mystery.
We can understand being present by distinguishing between two types of activities we engage in on a day-to-day basis: telic and atelic activities.
It’s not that I don’t have a sense of humor—with close friends and family I joke, laugh, and make others laugh. But there’s an unshakeable earnestness to it.