Monthly Archives: April 2017
by Anonymous | Apr 30, 2017
I feared my grandfather’s model ship, meticulous and as long as my body.
by Matt Beukema | Apr 29, 2017
Are those not good enough reasons to study history?
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Apr 28, 2017
Equation A: be ambitious and industrious, do not leave the workplace to the mercy of the weak minded men. Fight + win + conquer, all while rocking 6 inch stilettos and maintaining strong sex-appeal^10.
by Brad Zwiers | Apr 27, 2017
I don’t know. Two albums that have ripped my heart open, made me cry, left me at a loss for words. I think that’s transcendent.
by Nick Meekhof | Apr 26, 2017
“Chillermania,” I whispered to myself with reverence. “The World Headquarters.” My heart leapt with excitement.
by Jack Van Allsburg | Apr 25, 2017
This is where we are. The reduction of a decades-long debate with life-changing ramifications to a billboard. Or a bumper sticker. Or a sound bite.
by Julia LaPlaca | Apr 23, 2017
Like many a literary grouch before him, Ove’s icy winter of life thaws before his final curtain.
by Matt Medendorp | Apr 22, 2017
Comfort is a much needed salve, and respite for the parched and thirsty, but it’s good to remember we can also drown.
by Andrew Orlebeke | Apr 21, 2017
“Something happened when the White House got demystified. The impression was left that anybody could do it.”
by Gabe Gunnink | Apr 20, 2017
Christmas is always the musk of dusty angel robes and glow of Christmas tree lights on the hardwood floor. Easter, however, is rarely the same twice.
by Mary Margaret Healy | Apr 19, 2017
I didn’t cry at this graduation, like I did all those years ago on the stage of my elementary school, but I would cry later.
by Ben DeVries | Apr 18, 2017
I’ve found that the mundanities of teaching quickly and quietly bleed a name of its import.
by Geneva Langeland | Apr 17, 2017
As readers might recall from Season 1 and Season 2, I’d allowed podcasts to become a steady burble of background noise flowing through my waking, non-working hours.
by Andrew Knot | Apr 16, 2017
There are other surmised explanations for the rooster’s place on church steeples, but this account seems the most plausible to me.
by Cassie Westrate | Apr 15, 2017
There is something about watching people pick out spaghetti sauce, and knowing they will cook and eat a meal together, leave dirty dishes in a sink together, that makes me ache.
by Will Montei | Apr 14, 2017
So much of poetry is naming things.
by Catherine Kramer | Apr 13, 2017
When I get a job, I will have a brand-new wardrobe to match my brand-new job. I’m not sure where all these new clothes will come from, but most likely Olivia Pope’s closet.
by Abby Zwart | Apr 12, 2017
I know which cashier is the fastest, which one is the nicest, and which one packs my reusable grocery bags like her own personal Tetris championship.
by Elaine Schnabel | Apr 11, 2017
My students rarely say “no,” however. They say “It’s difficult” or “I’m tired,” because from their perspective they are trying.
by Katie Van Zanen | Apr 10, 2017
I didn’t know how to write about a rain jacket on Palm Sunday after forty-four people died in their churches.
by Bart Tocci | Apr 9, 2017
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.
by Paul Menn | Apr 8, 2017
I have so many half-baked ideas rattling around in my brain, interesting websites bookmarked for inspiration, words and sentences hastily scrawled on Post-It Notes.
by Caroline (Higgins) Nyczak | Apr 7, 2017
Mostly, I pace. While I pace, I think about what I’ll make for dinner. I think about the fact that I’ll have time to make dinner because we test again tomorrow so that means no lesson planning.
by Josh deLacy | Apr 6, 2017
I recently discovered the healthy, frugal, “have my shit together” magic known as a crockpot, specifically, a brown-and-tan, floral relic from my parents’ wedding that in a roundabout Oedipal way, led to the traumatization of my penis.
by Alissa Anderson | Apr 5, 2017
I would even go so far as to say that tidying, a good spring cleaning that freshens any staleness that has settled in over a long winter, can be a spiritual practice.
by Ben Rietema | Apr 4, 2017
For Christianity, press one. For Judaism, press two. For Islam, press three. For Atheism, please hang up and try again.
by Meg Schmidt | Apr 3, 2017
So I understand the benefits of the simple, unfussy communion of my childhood. It’s much neater, less ripe with possibilities for awkwardness.
by Jacob Schepers | Apr 2, 2017
Every spring, Notre Dame holds a half-marathon called (surprise, surprise) “The Holy Half.”
by Katerina Parsons | Apr 1, 2017
Here I’m asked to explain it: why we talk so loudly, why we dress so sloppy, why we elected Donald Trump.
