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Monthly Archives: February 2018

Discovering Self-Compassion

But that’s not the world we actually inhabit, so why do we continue to encourage kids to engage in these comparisons? And why are we so terrified of negative emotions?

Snapshots

We drove home and argued. Why was I so angry? About something so small? It’s not about that; it’s about the fact that I feel useless and nothing seems to be going the way it was supposed to go.

Near Death

I did something I’d never done before: I started screaming for help.

The Hero Falls

The reason I think about Samson often is that he was a legend, but he seems just as human as the rest of us. He was selfish, deceptive, and disobedient, and yet, we remember him as a hero.

Neighbors

On Sunday, I came across a body, lying by the side of the road—an expanding pool of blood seeping from the head.

Eleven Things You Maybe Didn’t Know about Vegetables

There are seventeen weeks until summer—take the time to thank a local grower, and spend some quality time with an onion. Warm weather will be here soon.

Gays on Ice

Gays on Ice

by | Feb 20, 2018

Which is why it is so wonderful to see Adam Rippon glorified for his femininity. And which is why it’s so wonderful to see that he does not carry the queer Olympic torch alone.

Fudge Everlasting

Fudge Everlasting

And we waited. I would leave for work, preparing myself for the possibility that it was the last time I would see her alive.

In Solidarity: A Letter before Striking

In Solidarity: A Letter before Striking

I do not want to strike. No one wants a strike. But if it comes to it, Jes and I will be on the picket line February 26, bright and early, because at that point we will have no other choice.

My Dog, My Dawg: A Study in Contrasts

My Dog, My Dawg: A Study in Contrasts

He’s deathly afraid of my guitar because one time—one time—he knocked it over and the sound it made upon landing scared the bejesus out of him.

Translating Karneval

Translating Karneval

I’ve only lived through three Karnevals, so I’d like to leave you with three thoughts on a holiday I’ve come to know, but not yet understand.

Let’s Talk About Gas Stations

Let’s Talk About Gas Stations

Gas stations are where lives intersect, ever so briefly, before going back out into the world.

13 Reasons Why…You Should Watch Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

13 Reasons Why…You Should Watch Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

If you think this isn’t for you based on the off-putting title, get thee to a Netflix subscription—this show is definitely for you.

Elementary

Elementary

“Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire;
Still waters run deep, my dear, there’s never smoke without fire.”

Look Up

Look Up

For a moment, I got lost in space and time. Sunday morning church was above me, and I had to look for the bookshelves and study carrels to remember that a library was around me.

The Church at Rocamadour

The Church at Rocamadour

She is
Smoke-tinted,
Wood and silver,
Vessel of the divine
And of acceptance

You, Me, and a Nepalese Woman Living in India

You, Me, and a Nepalese Woman Living in India

A weird thing: when women donate their eggs, we say that their eggs are harvested. Is there a farming term more farming than harvest? No. No there is not.

Waiting

Waiting

The professor is droning on and on, and I am waiting with adrenaline, caffeine, and the brutal lyrics of Peter Dolving coursing through my veins.

“Is it a Video?”

“Is it a Video?”

I have been so in love that all the light around me seemed white-hot. I have spent days where I only remember the smell of sunlight and skin. I have said goodbye at train stations in Europe. I have been told to not look back.

Mayonnaise: A Review

Mayonnaise: A Review

Four tablespoons, give or take, of pure, undiluted mayonnaise.

After Ezra Jack Keats and The Snowy Day

After Ezra Jack Keats and The Snowy Day

The call for diversity in children’s literature is based on the idea of windows and mirrors.

An Apostate’s Epistle

An Apostate’s Epistle

Grace and peace to you from me, just me. I don’t feel comfortable dragging Jesus into my well-wishing just yet.

I Earnestly Want To Talk About Sports With You But I Don’t Know How

I Earnestly Want To Talk About Sports With You But I Don’t Know How

I was explaining this to a friend once when he informed me that cheering—or jeering—at a crowd was all about group community. “We rise and fall together, we yell and cry together.”

A Love Letter to Chimes

A Love Letter to Chimes

Local journalism can disappear without so much as a cry these days, and typically with only halfhearted protestation by the community.

When the Church Fails to Talk About Consent

When the Church Fails to Talk About Consent

In church, there is no need for consent, because the rules are very simple. Before marriage, the answer to any question must always be no; after marriage, yes, always yes.