Just a House
I was suddenly aware of everything: the squelch of the slider door’s rubber seal releasing as my brother came in from the yard. The creak and crash of the screen door to the garage behind my dad.
Solitude and I-80
And then—after all that hectic activity—all I had to do was drive. For five hours. On the same road. Beside a repeating pattern of corn and soybeans.
To Clean Out a Room
I don’t like change, and I am an anxious person. Nice to meet you.
A Laughable Mistake
We welcomed the hilarity of our mistake, the unknowns of adventure, and the opportunity to give ourselves grace.
Shut Up and Learn Something, Stupid!
With this skewed perspective, it’s almost impossible to disassociate Calvin’s intended view of vocation, and our idea of vocation in relation to our career.
2001: A Sex Odyssey
Condoms were occasionally brought up with a scoff and a smirk. Believing that condoms were good for anything was credulity on par with believing the earth is flat.
Just One
I know some churches are trying. “Singles group” is a thing. But really? That’s depressing on a good day, patronizing on a bad one.
On Grand Rapids’ Not-So-Rapid Bus—And Why I Love It
Riding the bus requires a release of control. The person using a wheelchair has the priority now; whatever my plans were, they can wait. We’re both riding the same bus, and we’ll get there when we get there.
I Wish I Had Said Something
He’s just one guy, he won’t be around forever, and he’ll probably never run into a black person for the rest of his life. No harm, no foul, right?
“Natural History Psychedelia”: Alexis Rockman’s “Great Lakes Cycle”
These works are about as subtle as a trainwreck, but they are surprisingly fun, despite their depressingly urgent call to take environmental responsibility.
