Sunday Morning Guilt
The “you belong here” welcome packets feel insufficient in the face of everything people walk in here carrying.
The One Time You’re Asked to Hurry Up in Honduras
Everyone who gets on is headed their own way—school, work, church, shopping, home—but for a brief moment, the barreling bus brings us all together.
The Benj
I arrived in the Benj by accident, and yet it has been maybe the thing I’ve missed most about moving away from Grand Rapids.
