Monthly Archives: July 2019
Finding a local church is crucial. Shopping for one isn’t.
While the pace of change has slowed down, my identity is still catching up.
For the most part, Cedar Campus remains largely the same as when I was born, a fact many of us—who have grown from infants to adults, from adults to elders; who have gained families; who have lost loved ones—marvel at.
This is probably the only day I will ever respond positively to the question, “All right, are we ready to go for a run?”
This can become extremely funny because the network isn’t always that good at making stuff up, mostly because the English language is hard and also because a computer doesn’t have a brain.
He put his clippers down, walked around the chair, sat down on a bench facing me, and put his head in his hands.
Antiracism requires us to leave our comfort zone. It requires sacrifice.
After all, what could sound older than a harpsichord?
There was separation of church and state in the Town and Country.
Want to know about other types of spaces? Of course you don’t. I’m gonna tell you.
What I learned on this year’s Dover was how to sit in the disappointment with friends and then to race around joyfully on borrowed red bicycles.
Not veering off into an oncoming car is just a social contract.
This may be the last post I’ll write from Honduras.