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Category Archives: Massachusetts

Light from Light

I didn’t know how to write about a rain jacket on Palm Sunday after forty-four people died in their churches.

To Be Known Again

When you start to recognize people and places, and you start to be recognized, you start to feel home. Re-cognize—from the Latin cognoscere, “to know.” To re-know, or to know again.

City Stories: Life on the Road

Stories of travel compel us, she says, because “more reliably than anything else on earth, the road will force you to live in the present.”

Nothing Wasted

When is the last time
You knew what you wanted?

Solo Cups and Seminary

Christians shouldn’t be surprised that people think we’re assholes. As a collective, we’ve thrown our weight behind some pretty misguided causes.

The World Keeps Going

I thought, if I just touch the wood of the casket, maybe God will bring him back. What if that happened? How amazing would that be? Then everyone would believe in God.

I Could Never

I Could Never

by | Sep 10, 2016

Here I am, commuting by car into the big city. Here I am, one half of a white couple in an immigrant town. Here I am, trying to live honestly in an unfamiliar place, with imagination and empathy.

I Love My Life

I Love My Life

“When I’m feeling tired, when I’m feeling upset, when I don’t want to get out of bed, you know what I say? I. Love. My. Life.” She paused, looked at us, and yelled, “I LOVE MY LIFE!”

A Night in Martha’s Vineyard

A Night in Martha’s Vineyard

The sign in front of The Katama General Store reads: “Free Scones for all Presidents.”

Cannibal of GR

Cannibal of GR

The story goes, that a girl was traveling abroad… either that or she was in Grand Rapids… or Boston or Austin or Mauston. Which is in Wisconsin… anyways, minor details…