Monthly Archives: March 2018
by Douglas Chu | Mar 31, 2018 |
When I put pen to paper, there’s only room for one thought at a time. Every thought is on equal footing.
by Ashley Pace | Mar 30, 2018 |
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.
by Ty Bleeker | Mar 29, 2018 |
Remember: you have more time to do the things you want to do than you might think.
by Matt Coldagelli | Mar 28, 2018 |
Never had I been overcome with such a surge of euphoria accompanied by petrifying fear and grief.
by Brad Zwiers | Mar 27, 2018 |
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.
by Nick Meekhof | Mar 26, 2018 |
Getting into the river was a comically tedious process. Everything was covered in a foot of snow, and the banks were mostly iced-over.
by Julia LaPlaca | Mar 23, 2018 |
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.
by Paula Manni | Mar 22, 2018 |
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.
by Andrew Orlebeke | Mar 21, 2018 |
Most importantly of all, the Parkland activism has led tens of thousands of young people around the country to become civically engaged.
by Gabe Gunnink | Mar 20, 2018 |
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.
by Mary Margaret Healy | Mar 19, 2018 |
No algorithm is going to teach mandated reporters that white families are just as dangerous as other families.
by Ben DeVries | Mar 18, 2018 |
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.
by Tony Ditta | Mar 17, 2018 |
If you ever hear me screaming “What if there’s more? What if there’s more?” I’m just singing along.
by Andrew Knot | Mar 16, 2018 |
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.
by Cassie Westrate | Mar 15, 2018 |
November 19, 2014
I blew strawberry gelatin mix out of my nose today.
I don’t want to talk about it.
by Catherine Kramer | Mar 13, 2018 |
Locusts. They were good enough for John the Baptist; they are good enough for your toddler.
by Abby Zwart | Mar 12, 2018 |
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.
by Elaine Schnabel | Mar 11, 2018 |
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.
by Jenna Griffin | Mar 10, 2018 |
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.”
by Bart Tocci | Mar 9, 2018 |
The main reason for the break up was something she called “bad timing.”
by Caroline (Higgins) Nyczak | Mar 7, 2018 |
You learn to love the foods that have nothing. Coffee. Mustard. Certain brands of hot sauce.
by Josh deLacy | Mar 6, 2018 |
“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.”
by India Daniels | Mar 5, 2018 |
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.
by Caitlin Gent | Mar 4, 2018 |
Jesse will be your second Tinder date, and your last.
by Meg Schmidt | Mar 3, 2018 |
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.
by Carolyn Muyskens | Mar 2, 2018 |
All this to say: the place you live is not merely the setting to the story of your life.
by Katerina Parsons | Mar 1, 2018 |
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?
