Monthly Archives: October 2018
Then MOses set OUT with JOSHua his AIDE. And MOses went UP the MOUNtain of GOD.
If you’re looking for a redemptive ending, I don’t have one.
As a white person, it’s easy for me to assume that my way of viewing the world is normal. And not just normal, but best. That my way of talking is best. That my way of keeping time is best. That my way of doing church is best.
I will battle against my own impatience and distrust as I remember that people are not exchangeable puzzle pieces.
“We should totally hang out.”
The lie comes easily. Situations such as this feel like they require politeness and kindness more than truth.
The man: “Wow, how great. Now you be sure to take super special care of that beautiful baby. What’s her name?”
That’s one thing that sucks about winter camping. There’s nothing to do after it gets dark, except drink beer and stare at the fire.
B: I think that it might be important to take a minute and savor the fact that you no longer actively think you’re terrible
E: Ik heb een zwemdiploma maar als ik in jou ogen kijk verdrink ik.
J: Uh? Sorry, one more time? I want to make sure the readers get this.
The eternal shades of nightly gloom, which had so recently entwined my soul like a noose, loosened their chokehold and seemed to float away, ethereal bonds dissipating like specks of dust caught in a sunbeam.
(continues in the gravelly voice)
WIPE your tears, princess, we’re gonna serenada you. ANITUS!
Free-Spirit Emily: (Scrolling through Anthropologie’s still impossibly expensive “sale” category) Oh believe me, you can. Remember the computer we never updated? We had it for years.
Now, if you’ll sit over here, I’m just going to take your anxiety. You’re going to feel some tightness. That’s normal. Okay?
Isn’t Kelsey on the party planning committee or whatever? I feel like she’s too much of a Try-Hard to pass up something like that. I hope she remembers I’m gluten free so I can eat something other than a fruit cup this year.
“I think the water’s boiling, Jes.”
“Can you get that?”
“Caffeine or decaf?”
“And then of course you wonder if taking your wife to this show as the right thing to do, or if maybe you would have been better off going to dinner and having a conversation, even a monologue, as I suppose this has become.”
Teach me the quiet virtue of janitors and night stockers. Of saints who wake and sleep and live—and that is enough.
“WE ARE ON A WALK. WE ARE OUT FOR A FREAKING STROLL.”
“I’m actually on a connecting flight, traveling to a corn hole tournament. It’s a pretty big deal,” the man in the seat behind me announced.
ALCOTT: Oh gosh, well I’m just awfully glad that that we’re all here together. I do so wish we could all get along.
KEVIN stares at MATT with zero intention of voluntarily getting back in the crate. MATT gets small treat and tosses it in the crate. KEVIN obliges.
“I’ve forgotten how to hold a prayer. If I ever really knew how… there are different ways of speaking to God, of hearing his voice.”
I told you to stop looking at the news.
I tried. I can’t. I keep going back. Why don’t they believe survivors?
“I do not think that I will ever reach a stage when I will say, ’This is what I believe. Finished.’ What I believe is alive … and open to growth.” (Madeleine L’Engle)
“As long as you end up married, it was a success.”
“Meeting you was a divine encounter. I’m living on trust, too.” Jacob grinned, as if my existence validated his life.
We speak to get outside of our own heads. I don’t think it particularly matters if you don’t always have an audience.
“I feel like I’m going to listen to this and it’s just going to be a bunch of my disgusting chewing noises.”