Monthly Archives: December 2019
Favorite posts of 2019 from our editors.
Favorite pieces of 2019 from our writers.
Favorite pieces of 2019 from our audience.
I learned that a tree marked with a robe was not just a special tree chosen by a monk—these trees were monks.
But what still grabs my attention and gains my respect is the way Vince Carter has subverted the expectations of aging basketball stars.
Perhaps even more powerful than its familial themes and more impressive than its artwork and animation is how Tokyo Godfathers twists the rules of good story writing and bends them to its thematic will.
May the Force be with you, Rey, as you go where no man has gone before.
David: Ok. But I’ll have you know that picking out a sweater for this event was literally the hardest choice of my life, and I think that the results speak for themselves.
There was once a purebred golden retriever who visibly loved everyone and snuggled up to strangers: she was so beautiful I was scared to touch her for fear I’d leave an unsightly smudge.
Can you mourn a future you haven’t lived?
When I was younger, I expected that falling in love would be a transcendental, magical experience, ushering me into that enlightenment which is achieved only on the other side of romance.
Plenty of people exist in the peripherals, without heart, voice, hope, friends. People you might never expect.
We tell the stories as we want to know them, withholding the details that would round them into truth.
“I’m glad you’re here, Will,” said David, “because Sarah and I have an announcement to make.”
Best line: “A guest house, on a teacher’s salary?”
Silent night, hole punch night,
Teachers quake at the sight
So the first counselor who saved me was the one I love most, the one who sometimes knows me better than I know myself.
That’s, I think, the hardest part of this story—it’s nobody’s fault.
It’s like—gasp—a song can be both well thought out and an Oscar-baiting money-grab.
You know what a town car is. You’ve never watched a game on a screen smaller than 52″. You owe a debt to Henrik Lundqvist. You remember the 1994 Stanley Cup, even if you weren’t alive.
Dear twenty-seven-year-old Caroline,
Quit your job.
Today I smell dead quail and gunpowder. Today I taste sweat. Good things, and my attention comes on its own.
11. Check your library account again and realize that your book is in transit, which means it is one step away from being in your grubby hands.
I cannot scramble past the darkness this year, so I am looking for signs of God’s presence in the darkness.
Among all of the challenges that I imagined were standing between me and a tree, allow me to share some of my favorites.
But the first time I stepped on the treadmill, I realized I don’t know how to run when I’m not moving myself forward.
What I mean is that we must be skeptical of solutions that simply throw money at complex issues.