By place

Monthly Archives: May 2018

Junctions

While at home, I went on a walk, remembering how, after a long rain, the air would smell like cupcakes or Cheerios as the fumes from General Mills wafted over the trees and rooftops.

We’d Love You to Succeed, As Long As It’s Not Here

Maybe the idea of just anyone traipsing into their precious little neighborhood and enjoying the benefits that they enjoy is too much to cope with. But the reasons ultimately don’t matter.

The Flowers in Seattle

Never before in my life have I been physically stopped in my tracks by the scent of flowers. Never until I moved to Seattle.

An Argument for Driving through Flyover Country

I think you’ll come to appreciate the vibrancy of the human spirit that started living there because someone had to.

Enter Toph

I spent a good chunk of my prewriting time for this blog post keeping Satan at bay.

Stay Bold, Ponyboy

People go nuts over the fact that most people think they’re above average.

Here’s My Dirty Laundry

Here’s My Dirty Laundry

by | May 15, 2018

While I may have left the country a little more informed, I was mostly confused and overwhelmed about how to live life in a broken world with eight billion people who all needed food, clean water, shelter, education, and community.

Christianity at Present

Christianity at Present

Christianity did not remain relevant in the events of the world at large for two thousand years because of strict adherence to dogma.

Regina George is Not Stupid: And Other Thoughts on the Mean Girls Musical

Regina George is Not Stupid: And Other Thoughts on the Mean Girls Musical

In the movie, a skipping CD results in a boom box getting kicked in someone’s face. In the Broadway production, the song stops because of a wardrobe-malfunction-turned-social-media-scandal.

Mirrors and Windows

Mirrors and Windows

Because literature really is the better part of life.

Religious Not Crazy

Religious Not Crazy

The musty smell of those stairwells matters to me in a way that the bare truth of Evangelical forms of craziness never could.

Crocuses

Crocuses

Still, I’ve never felt the same level of attachment in any of these places that I’ve felt in Romania. When I step off of the plane in that country, it feels like I’ve come home.

Beginning

Beginning

I don’t know a lot about war, but I know that you can’t jump into a battle if you are unprepared to finish. It’s the same with writing and working and everything that matter—if it matters, you finish.

Manly Tears

Manly Tears

I didn’t out and out start crying, but I teared up as I lifted her to my shoulder.  And I held her so close. And I had never been happier as a dad.

Spring in Brooklyn (for the Twentysomethings)

Spring in Brooklyn (for the Twentysomethings)

We believe in the solstice spirit
the holy Prospect Park
the fellowship of friends
the prayers of all people
the rotation of the earth
and the light everlasting.

Blackberries: A Love Song

Blackberries: A Love Song

Blackberry ice cream is as holy as library reading logs or PVC swordfights.

Mutual Respect in the Streets

Mutual Respect in the Streets

One Monday morning a couple weeks ago, a man did something I should have been prepared for.

Your Dirty Computer

Your Dirty Computer

Dirty Computer is more than a sixty-minute summer sex jam: it’s a celebration, a “fuck you,” and a challenge.

Year Three

Year Three

Now we’re nearing the end of year three, and I’m happy to say that while we haven’t quite stopped having conflicts about the small things, we’ve at least stopped feeling ashamed about them.

On Grand Rapids’ Not-So-Rapid Bus—And Why I Love It

On Grand Rapids’ Not-So-Rapid Bus—And Why I Love It

Riding the bus requires a release of control. The person using a wheelchair has the priority now; whatever my plans were, they can wait. We’re both riding the same bus, and we’ll get there when we get there.

The Billion-Dollar Business of Donated Clothes

The Billion-Dollar Business of Donated Clothes

I have a sinking suspicion that most issues work this way—they deeper we go, the more tangled we find ourselves, looking in vain for an exit.