Wish It Were Sunday
“I think the water’s boiling, Jes.”
“Can you get that?”
“Caffeine or decaf?”
Passing Notes in Class
A while ago a few friends and I took a class that turned out to be much easier than expected. We spent most of the class time electronically messaging.
Liturgies
“And then of course you wonder if taking your wife to this show as the right thing to do, or if maybe you would have been better off going to dinner and having a conversation, even a monologue, as I suppose this has become.”
Teach Us to Pray
Teach me the quiet virtue of janitors and night stockers. Of saints who wake and sleep and live—and that is enough.
Smell It While It’s Hot
“WE ARE ON A WALK. WE ARE OUT FOR A FREAKING STROLL.”
Open Seating
“I’m actually on a connecting flight, traveling to a corn hole tournament. It’s a pretty big deal,” the man in the seat behind me announced.
The Shelf
ALCOTT: Oh gosh, well I’m just awfully glad that that we’re all here together. I do so wish we could all get along.
Kevin the Dog, Act 1
KEVIN stares at MATT with zero intention of voluntarily getting back in the crate. MATT gets small treat and tosses it in the crate. KEVIN obliges.
Of Mountains and Muses
“I’ve forgotten how to hold a prayer. If I ever really knew how… there are different ways of speaking to God, of hearing his voice.”
How to Lose Hope
I told you to stop looking at the news.
I tried. I can’t. I keep going back. Why don’t they believe survivors?
