Monthly Archives: May 2019
Confession dwells. It sets up camp in the desert of failure and resigns itself to wandering forty minutes or forty years.
Let me be clear: you do not have to do anything.
So consider this a love letter from your faraway child.
So here I now find myself, a year later, not with a record of instances—some long calendar of thresholds met and surpassed by Jes and me and Toph—but with the accretion of slow change.
There’s a brand of bathroom scales called “Thinner.” This is a bad name for a bathroom scale.
Paul’s vision of goodness is, shockingly, based on subjective morality, another thing I have been told is unbiblical.
Claire makes Lucky Charms and it turns out cereal is extremely hard to make at home, which is maybe why General Mills can charge us $4 for a twelve-ounce box of air and sugar.
Ask my parents about this show and to this day they’ll say, “That show could have been on prime time!”
What does it mean though for a place to be ugly?
We cannot forget Rachel Held Evans, woman of valor, revolutionizer of faith, wife and mother, friend and mentor, writer and speaker and world-changer.
I was further convinced of the potential goodness of Twitter on Sunday, when my Twitter feed was filled to the brim with two conversations.
We venture downtown eventually
to eat hake caught fresh that afternoon
and a pastry the waiter recommends.
Our ultimate goal, Wedge Mountain, has an elevation of 9,488 feet and is the high point of Garibaldi Provincial Park.
I gain a quiet confidence because I know our advances and our pains belong to each other.
My earliest intelligible communication was holding my stomach and saying “ow.”
The camera hides nerves, and each friendly contestant really knows their podium space is fought for and fleeting.
How many “insightful” comments about politics or social issues have I made that are really just regurgitations of something I forgot I read somewhere else?