Monthly Archives: December 2018
by Abby Zwart | Dec 31, 2018 |
This year, we decided to let the writers speak for themselves.
by Abby Zwart | Dec 30, 2018 |
This year, we decided to let the writers speak for themselves.
by Abby Zwart | Dec 29, 2018 |
This year, we decided to let the writers speak for themselves.
by Matt Coldagelli | Dec 28, 2018 |
The problem is not that progressive folks misidentify problems.
by Brad Zwiers | Dec 27, 2018 |
[Untitled] is cathartic—not because it offers any clear-cut wisdom but because it tells personal stories honestly, which might actually be real wisdom.
by Nick Meekhof | Dec 26, 2018 |
It wasn’t stated aloud, but the message between the lines was this: You’re the last Meekhof.
by Jeffrey Peterson | Dec 24, 2018 |
On this aðfangadagskvöld, it’s my duty to tell you specifically about the final Yule Lad, who arrives tonight. His name is Kertasníkir, and if you know Icelandic, you’re clutching your candles.
by Julia LaPlaca | Dec 23, 2018 |
Because of these human details within the Nativity story, the tiny family huddled in a barn in Bethlehem so long ago feel as close as our own memories.
by Sadie Burgher | Dec 22, 2018 |
The shine has yet to wear off and the subscription has been completely satisfying.
by Gabe Gunnink | Dec 20, 2018 |
Live from the sugar-buzzed frontal lobe of Gabe Gunnink, welcome to the twenty-ninth annual Golden Gabe Awards! And now, your hosts for the evening, ladies and gentlemen, Trixie Mattel and Katya Zamolodchikova!
by Mary Margaret Healy | Dec 19, 2018 |
To have a place on my car, something would need to be meaningful enough that I find value in saying it, but still simple enough that I would stand behind any reasonable interpretation someone would have of it.
by Ben DeVries | Dec 18, 2018 |
We call this tradition—because why wouldn’t we—our “Filling Out of the Carle Foundation Hospital’s Application for Financial Assistance Christmas Tradition,” or FOCFHAFACT, for short.
by Tony Ditta | Dec 17, 2018 |
Here I’ve compiled a list of songs containing one of my favorite lyrical quirks: emphasizing the wrong syllable of a word, but making it work.
by Andrew Knot | Dec 16, 2018 |
But I’ve found solo travel to be a rewarding experience. Here’s what I learned.
by Courtney Zonnefeld | Dec 15, 2018 |
Thick, globby specks of white dotted the sky, like Impressionist brushstrokes viewed too close up.
by Josh deLacy | Dec 14, 2018 |
One hit to the torso killed you dead. Three hits to the same limb chopped it off. Head shots were off-limits by parental decree, but if they happened on accident you better recover quick before Calvin jabbed you in belly with a two-handed sword.
by Olivia Harre | Dec 13, 2018 |
For months, I have been waiting for news about my dream opportunity. I have held back from any long-term commitments for the sake of a possibility. I have been expectantly been waiting for news—any news.
by Abby Zwart | Dec 12, 2018 |
“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are,” Dumbledore says, “far more than our abilities.”
by Matt Cambridge | Dec 11, 2018 |
Enneagram 3, The Achiever: Adaptable, Excelling, Driven, and Image-Conscious.
Matt Cambridge, nice to meet you.
by Jenna Griffin | Dec 10, 2018 |
May you warm your body under thick blankets, your hands by radiators, your feet in old slippers.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Dec 9, 2018 |
I remind myself that no one is watching me, probably. Nobody is passing judgement on Christmas Eve.
by Josh Parks | Dec 8, 2018 |
I’ve made a list of twenty authors—twelve who wrote after 1900 and eight from the centuries before—whose work I’m going to limit myself to.
by Caroline (Higgins) Nyczak | Dec 7, 2018 |
I recently tried to explain heartbreak to someone who has never had their heart broken. It didn’t go well.
by Will Montei | Dec 6, 2018 |
Sadness is that way: temporal. Each encounter comes with a demand singular to the day of its arrival: here is a powerful feeling, attend to it, reconcile its nature with yours.
by India Daniels | Dec 5, 2018 |
The word alderman has Anglo-Saxon origins: a noble (serving the king) as ruler of a local district. Quite literally it means “old man.”
by Caitlin Gent | Dec 4, 2018 |
In other words, despite my litany of previous posts to the contrary, Advent may yet find me sneaking into back-row pews and singing “O Come, O Come Emmanuel.”
by Meg Schmidt | Dec 3, 2018 |
Notice one morning that your orchid is starting to look strained. Pick up the fallen petals. Water it, but know that this, like a leprous spot, is a sign of the beginning of the end, and that from now on, water will merely prolong the inevitable.
by Cotter Koopman | Dec 2, 2018 |
This song has always felt so dumb to me even before its Extreme Makeover Bieber Edition. It’s historical fanfiction undercut by that insufferable “pah rum pah pum pum.”