Maybe the Real Treasure Was the Friends We Didn’t Make Along the Way…
It’s not like me eating a sandwich instead of pasta on July 11, 2011, is going to diverge my entire timeline.
A Love Letter to the Grand Rapids Swing Society
I laugh with them over Codenames and Fluxx, then ask if I can join them for swing dancing the next week.
Personal Geography
Fictional characters aren’t the only ones who can’t be described without their settings.
Ten Albums
I’d time the queue so that the lyric “can’t figure out / how I’m gonna get through the next 10 minutes” played as we arrived at the pitch.
Why I Wanted to Leave the Church, and Why I Stayed
I didn’t question if they still loved me; I questioned whether they thought I belonged in the house of God and if I would stay.
The Toilet
He looked at the toilet, catching my eye with a light that told me he already saw the heavenly cubit instructions.
Thank You, Neland Avenue
I am grateful to be a daughter of Neland Avenue Christian Reformed Church because it matters still, to see so many people who care about the things that so deeply trouble me in the world and in the church.
Songs for the Rain
Rainy days have always felt exceedingly genuine.
Our Alma Mater and the Year of the Event
The Event creates a new subject, a new person.
Day 345: April 23, 2022
The fun thing about being forgetful is that it’s hard to quantify just how much more you remember.
