Monthly Archives: October 2017
Or maybe, there’s liberation to being in limbo—for a brief time, I’m nowhere. I’m placeless. I’m just part of the mass of humanity that’s moving from one space to another and back again.
Once I met Lucy face to face, we knew each other, and I sang to her songs from a place that had been growing inside me, one of confidence and purpose.
We stood on an extension of a natural butte, but under the topsoil was a thousand feet of trash.
The winged six-legged something-or-other was diligently scaling the coffee shop window, which was thick with the moist mess of condensation.
So fall softly as you go into your places, like snow onto empty branches, like a weighted blanket.
In my imagination, heaven was an infinite, celestial hay maze.
7. Bring vocabulary cards on road trips and try to convince people that studying them will be, just, SUCH a fun game.
For a blog written by people between the ages of twenty-three and thirty circa 2017, it’s been a while since we’ve talked about podcasts.
My mom’s bread pudding is tried and true comfort food: warm, spongy mush flecked with cinnamon and sprinkled with raisins.
I think the quarterback-turned-activist-turned-political-punching-bag-turned-guy-who-hates-soldiers-and-freedom-for-some-reason has a legitimate case against the NFL.
It was a costume that screamed, “No! I don’t want to join my friends in the haunted house with a crawlspace entrance, thank you very much!”
For years, I swear I knew the five stages of grief and what it felt like to come through to acceptance on the other side.
If nothing else then, the Illinois Regional College Fair confirmed for me what I already knew: I would make a terrible salesperson.
Who did he attack? Young women at the beginning of their careers—people over whom he had the most leverage and who had the least institutional recourse.
The first thing is that protest has a clear place in church tradition. The scriptures and church history testify to it.
I am irrationally afraid of concrete horrors, like clowns and spiders and people impersonating Talking Elmo, but those veins of fear are hardly the heart of the matter.
After listening my alarm blare for five, ten, or twenty bleary minutes, I started to admire whoever designed the heinous tone.
There are certain artists you just have to listen to at particular times of year.
1. Be the curse. There is an admirable and horrifying impulse in the human heart to pretend that life is okay when it is not.
I learned to love the fall, to really love it, at the foothills of the French Alps, in October, two months after my friend drowned in Lake Michigan.
Lamb and lentils, red wine, pumpkin thing, red wine, red wine, cracker with stuff on it, red wine, sake. We stopped at Anna’s for a burrito, because no matter how good the food is, you always get hungry again.
Before even stepping foot downtown I basically knew what art I would find where and what would be in the Top 20.
For a moment, I wondered if I should be embarrassed. Then I remembered that loving Tom Petty is not embarrassing.
Whenever I tell people about this hunting trip, about my family’s tradition for the past ten years, I share it with a blend of defiance, pride, and defensiveness.
North Lawndale is a food desert.
My hands are social. They will say “I love you” before my mouth is ready.
I’m discovering that if one is to read aloud, one should pick up a murder mystery.
We can understand being present by distinguishing between two types of activities we engage in on a day-to-day basis: telic and atelic activities.
It’s not that I don’t have a sense of humor—with close friends and family I joke, laugh, and make others laugh. But there’s an unshakeable earnestness to it.