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Monthly Archives: March 2018

Morning Pages

When I put pen to paper, there’s only room for one thought at a time. Every thought is on equal footing.

Greeting Cards

I don’t believe in a god anymore. This wasn’t without cost, and there was grief, naturally. But after grief comes normalcy. Also, humour.

Future Lust

Remember: you have more time to do the things you want to do than you might think.

Terrible, Wonderful Love

Never had I been overcome with such a surge of euphoria accompanied by petrifying fear and grief.

Newer Normal

The new tyranny of everything-at-once feels like a distant dystopia, and the sky looks a different color, and there’s another new, another normal.

I Took the Cedar-Strip Canoe Down the Most Remote River in Michigan… in the Winter

Getting into the river was a comically tedious process. Everything was covered in a foot of snow, and the banks were mostly iced-over.

Everything Depends on Not Squishing Spiders

Everything Depends on Not Squishing Spiders

by | Mar 25, 2018

I believe every crushed spider, on some level, represents a failure to respect and love the world we’ve been given.

Regarding Remembrance

Regarding Remembrance

And, on that Sunday, George remembered.

Tax Season, Toil, and the Non-triumph of Work: A Meditation on Ecclesiastes

Tax Season, Toil, and the Non-triumph of Work: A Meditation on Ecclesiastes

What has a man from all the toil and striving of heart with which he toils beneath the sun? For all his days are full of sorrow, and his work is a vexation.

The Society of an Onion

The Society of an Onion

Last week, I spent an hour and nineteen minutes with an onion. Inspired by Robert Capon’s twenty-two-page chapter on the theological implications of mindful onion contemplation, I came prepared for a reflective and mystical experience.

Teenage Superheros

Teenage Superheros

Most importantly of all, the Parkland activism has led tens of thousands of young people around the country to become civically engaged.

The Great Tassel Shaft

The Great Tassel Shaft

I want the noble purpose of an educator without having to put in the hours. I want to retain a teacher’s saintly glow without having to fight for the daily miracles.

The Pen is Just as Mighty

The Pen is Just as Mighty

No algorithm is going to teach mandated reporters that white families are just as dangerous as other families.

We Would Prefer Not To

We Would Prefer Not To

Turning out in droves despite rain and wind and snow, we marched and chanted and beat on bucket-drums and blew on whistles and papered the campus with fliers. We disrupted classes. We shut down buildings.

Liner Notes with Tony, Part II: Generating Buzz for Ryn Weaver

Liner Notes with Tony, Part II: Generating Buzz for Ryn Weaver

If you ever hear me screaming “What if there’s more? What if there’s more?” I’m just singing along.

The 2018 NCAA Tournament: A Primer

The 2018 NCAA Tournament: A Primer

Coming off a slow, ugly but eventually conclusive first-round victory over Montana, the Wolverines are riding a wave of 10-straight wins. May the streak run longer than their inseams.

Potato Salad Diaries (Volume II)

Potato Salad Diaries (Volume II)

November 19, 2014
I blew strawberry gelatin mix out of my nose today.
I don’t want to talk about it.

The Purpose Driven Toddler: Seven Steps to a Righteous Rugrat

The Purpose Driven Toddler: Seven Steps to a Righteous Rugrat

Locusts. They were good enough for John the Baptist; they are good enough for your toddler.

Speak Again

Speak Again

I still talk to myself. Big conversations I’ve rehearsed of late include a breakup, a car insurance claim, and a defense of “inappropriate” literature I’ve chosen for a class.

Pothole Culture Shock

Pothole Culture Shock

I didn’t swerve around the pothole because I didn’t see it. In many ways, I’ve forgotten how to look outside myself and outside my culture.

Bloom and Grow

Bloom and Grow

I think when we look down on children it’s because we have momentarily, or perhaps chronically, forgotten that little kid inside earnestly whispering, “Don’t forget me. I’m still here.”

I Hope We Can Still Be Friends

I Hope We Can Still Be Friends

The main reason for the break up was something she called “bad timing.”

Portrait of a Recovering Alcoholic

Portrait of a Recovering Alcoholic

482 days.

Confessions of a Calorie Counter

Confessions of a Calorie Counter

You learn to love the foods that have nothing. Coffee. Mustard. Certain brands of hot sauce.

I Am Liking Myself

I Am Liking Myself

“It doesn’t matter what you do,” I will tell my children, “as long as you like yourself better than you like most other people.”

Lows

Lows

With a new pastor in the pulpit after a long stretch of interim pastors, I’ve been hopeful. But in the past few months, we’ve hit a new series of lows.

Burn After Reading

Burn After Reading

Jesse will be your second Tinder date, and your last.

A Prayer for the Twenty-Somethings

A Prayer for the Twenty-Somethings

be with every late night job-searcher, every too-old-for-internships-er, all of us just looking for a step in the door. Be with the waiters who aren’t scientists yet, the sales clerks who aren’t published yet.

The “Local” in “Local News” Still Matters

The “Local” in “Local News” Still Matters

All this to say: the place you live is not merely the setting to the story of your life.

I Speak with an Accent

I Speak with an Accent

What if we heard all accents this way—not as a sign that English is not one’s first language, but as a sign that another language is?