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Monthly Archives: October 2017

On Being In Between

Or maybe, there’s liberation to being in limbo—for a brief time, I’m nowhere. I’m placeless. I’m just part of the mass of humanity that’s moving from one space to another and back again.

The Songs I Sing my Daughter

Once I met Lucy face to face, we knew each other, and I sang to her songs from a place that had been growing inside me, one of confidence and purpose.

The Onion That Is Our Waste Systems

We stood on an extension of a natural butte, but under the topsoil was a thousand feet of trash.

Coffee and Ants

The winged six-legged something-or-other was diligently scaling the coffee shop window, which was thick with the moist mess of condensation.

The Politics of Lonely

So fall softly as you go into your places, like snow onto empty branches, like a weighted blanket.

Thoughts on the Afterlife

In my imagination, heaven was an infinite, celestial hay maze.

Northern Lights: A Letter to a Friend

Northern Lights: A Letter to a Friend

by | Oct 25, 2017

While we were talking, your mom shouted from upstairs that we should go outside—there were northern lights showing.

How to Take the GRE

How to Take the GRE

7. Bring vocabulary cards on road trips and try to convince people that studying them will be, just, SUCH a fun game.

Lend Me Your Ears: Podcasts

Lend Me Your Ears: Podcasts

For a blog written by people between the ages of twenty-three and thirty circa 2017, it’s been a while since we’ve talked about podcasts.

Communion Crusts and Tea Sandwiches

Communion Crusts and Tea Sandwiches

My mom’s bread pudding is tried and true comfort food: warm, spongy mush flecked with cinnamon and sprinkled with raisins.

Kaepernick Has A Case

Kaepernick Has A Case

I think the quarterback-turned-activist-turned-political-punching-bag-turned-guy-who-hates-soldiers-and-freedom-for-some-reason has a legitimate case against the NFL.

The Gabe Gunnink Halloween Lookbook

The Gabe Gunnink Halloween Lookbook

It was a costume that screamed, “No! I don’t want to join my friends in the haunted house with a crawlspace entrance, thank you very much!”

Repurposing Gravestones

Repurposing Gravestones

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.

Stumping for Calvin

Stumping for Calvin

If nothing else then, the Illinois Regional College Fair confirmed for me what I already knew: I would make a terrible salesperson.

Harvey Weinstein and Strategic Sexual Assault

Harvey Weinstein and Strategic Sexual Assault

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.

Protest and the Church

Protest and the Church

The first thing is that protest has a clear place in church tradition. The scriptures and church history testify to it.

On Conquering Fears

On Conquering Fears

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.

All The World A Burden

All The World A Burden

After listening my alarm blare for five, ten, or twenty bleary minutes, I started to admire whoever designed the heinous tone.

Liner Notes with Abby

Liner Notes with Abby

There are certain artists you just have to listen to at particular times of year.

Practical Advice for the Cursed

Practical Advice for the Cursed

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.

Autumnal

Autumnal

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.

Still Hungry

Still Hungry

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.

Artprize 9: A Retrospective

Artprize 9: A Retrospective

 Before even stepping foot downtown I basically knew what art I would find where and what would be in the Top 20.

Blue Monday (A Tribute to Tom Petty)

Blue Monday (A Tribute to Tom Petty)

For a moment, I wondered if I should be embarrassed. Then I remembered that loving Tom Petty is not embarrassing.

On Owning Guns

On Owning Guns

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.

Figs, Deferred

Figs, Deferred

North Lawndale is a food desert.

Piano Hands

Piano Hands

My hands are social. They will say “I love you” before my mouth is ready.

Teaching Myself to Read

Teaching Myself to Read

I’m discovering that if one is to read aloud, one should pick up a murder mystery.

Settling for Less

Settling for Less

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.

I Am Not the Funny One

I Am Not the Funny One

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.