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Monthly Archives: November 2018

The Ups and Downs of Making London My Home

If you had told thirteen-year-old Helen that in ten years she would be living in England, let alone London, I think she might have fainted in disbelief.

When We Made Mistakes… We Moved On

Why did she share her mistakes with us? Wasn’t she afraid how we might perceive her after learning about her mistakes?

Don René

He did not use grand showmanship or elaborate displays. He used simple, humble, everyday love.

Coffee With a Shot of Anonymity

One morning, after she filled my mug with coffee, and I had paid for the privilege of drinking it, she started a conversation.

Confessions of a Season Purist

I’ll admit it’s more of a mindset than a meteorological observation, but if you’re a winter-hater, might it be better in the long run to hang on to fall as long as you can?

Heaven, Like Mario Kart

The trouble was, though, that when I tried to imagine the stream of gold going on forever, my head would begin to thrum.

Quitter

Quitter

by | Nov 24, 2018

It was midnight again, France time, when I sat down for the turkey and mashed potatoes my family had waited to make.

Lend me Your Ears Part II: Podcasts

Lend me Your Ears Part II: Podcasts

Oh, and the whole shebang is narrated by a mouse.

One Year

One Year

“What if we had never met? had broken up in college? were still dating and living apart?” one of us will ask the other.

21 a Space Odyssey: A Few Non-Alcoholic Thoughts on Star Trek Among Other Things

21 a Space Odyssey: A Few Non-Alcoholic Thoughts on Star Trek Among Other Things

There are things that should have changed my life, and then there are things that actually did.

The Diary of Millicent Bulstrode

The Diary of Millicent Bulstrode

I am a Slytherin. My Patronus is a cat. The reality sunk in like basilisk fangs: I am Millicent Bulstrode.

Timestrokes

Timestrokes

And as the saxophonist stood to our applause, I silently thanked Mr. Moore for teaching me the language of time, imbuing this Saturday night with more meaning than it could otherwise have had.

Imagining the End

Imagining the End

What matters here instead is the implicit challenge, the casual middle finger, that the novel tosses off at the rest of the genre.

Other People’s Jokes

Other People’s Jokes

In college, my friend Lauren was describing the physical features that she found attractive about men. She said, “I don’t know, beards are really growing on me.”

18 Steps to Lemon Meringue Pie

18 Steps to Lemon Meringue Pie

14. Whip the egg whites until “stiff peaks form,” a description that—even after over ten years of making this recipe—you still can’t confidently identify.

Teaching Revolutionaries

Teaching Revolutionaries

“Mr. Montei, who is your favorite rapper?” asked one of my high school freshman students.

On Ketchup and Culture Shock

On Ketchup and Culture Shock

The ketchup consumption in my house has dramatically increased this fall.

A Recipe for Fame

A Recipe for Fame

And if you’ve ever been so unlucky as to be served a “modernized” version of green bean casserole that calls for shallots and haricots-verts and wild mushrooms… I’m sorry.

Foreign Prayer

Foreign Prayer

But do we ever really comprehend what happens when we try to meet with God?

Twenty-nine

Twenty-nine

So Happy Birthday, Kendahl, and cheers to twenty-nine. This year is going to be the best one yet.

Dr. Gladwell, or: How I Learned to Stop Envying and Love the Story

Dr. Gladwell, or: How I Learned to Stop Envying and Love the Story

Storytime with Dr. Gladwell was the highlight of every other Monday and among the most formational aspects of my early education.

A Pre– and Post–Election Day Prayer

A Pre– and Post–Election Day Prayer

Thank you that this country is a democracy and that the universe is not.

On Not Doing All the Cooking

On Not Doing All the Cooking

“Good morning! There are pancakes!”

Our Fragile Democracy

Our Fragile Democracy

In the 15 years since electronic voting machines were first adopted by many states, numerous reports by computer scientists have shown nearly every make and model to be vulnerable to hacking.

Sacred Spaces: Some Distinctly Un-data-driven Conclusions

Sacred Spaces: Some Distinctly Un-data-driven Conclusions

Seeing chipped stained glass and other signs of disrepair was dismaying, but it also renewed my appreciation of how church architecture brings grandeur into public space.

An Apostate’s Epistle, Vol. II

An Apostate’s Epistle, Vol. II

Well, we both know how that worked out in the end, and suffice it to say that both of us know that I am never going back, except for with my family on Christmas and Easter. Apostate as I may be, I am not a bad daughter.

Toothache

Toothache

Mom made fajitas for dinner that night. I’ve never been so aware of the texture and toughness of food—I kept trying to gum it down, stubborn, spitting it out in the napkin, going again.

Who’s Entitled to Blueberry Muffins?

Who’s Entitled to Blueberry Muffins?

Let’s start in a coffee shop where a middle aged woman has just been told that there are no more blueberry muffins. She reacts badly.