Monthly Archives: March 2020
by Caitlin Strikwerda | Mar 31, 2020 |
Someday I think I’ll stay, and perhaps that will be the hardest choice of all.
by Daniel Hickey | Mar 30, 2020 |
When it is, in fact, your duty not to go anywhere, going to nowhere starts to look like going somewhere.
by Renee Maring | Mar 29, 2020 |
It’s been almost a month since I hopped on the 92 bus and sat next to my soccer teammate on the way to our game, both of us taking turns to explain why we’re running late this time.
by Brad Zwiers | Mar 27, 2020 |
No one has any idea what to do, and we’re all trying to use what we’ve got to make things work.
by Annaka Koster | Mar 26, 2020 |
When confronted with a dozen or so unexpected snails, one faces questions of moral principle one never thought one would.
by Katie Van Zanen | Mar 25, 2020 |
It’s tempting, as the writer, to make a trite connection here to challenges I have previously risen to (a potentially boring speech about crossword puzzles).
by Jeffrey Peterson | Mar 24, 2020 |
The first time I saw her, I was sitting on Cotter’s lap—he had been my best friend for probably six years at that point—at a meeting I crashed after coming home early from France.
by Alex Westenbroek | Mar 23, 2020 |
If language has a glue, it’s social interaction.
by Emily Joy Stroble | Mar 21, 2020 |
March 17
Virilina,
Your urgent missile of alarm last night was most unprofessional.
by Gabe Gunnink | Mar 20, 2020 |
Whoever said money can’t buy happiness clearly never bought a cozy cerulean sweater.
by Mary Margaret Healy | Mar 19, 2020 |
Will the sting of the adhesive ripping against our tender skin be an experience we can learn and grow from?
by Ben DeVries | Mar 18, 2020 |
If terroir survives the conceptual transplant from grape-growing to bread-baking, then it’s no surprise that I’ve failed to replicate my grandma’s bread.
by Laura Sheppard Song | Mar 17, 2020 |
This time it felt different, like the distance the prayers travel to reach the Lord was shorter than usual.
by Kyric Koning | Mar 16, 2020 |
Please assist humankind by divulging any variations of the masculine nod not encountered in this scientific journal.
by Will Montei | Mar 14, 2020 |
God’s belly-deep groaning plead
from lake and trees’ lips;
I don’t fear, no, I tremble.
by Olivia Harre | Mar 13, 2020 |
It feels so wrong to continue living normal life in the aftermath of a tragic storm.
by Abby Zwart | Mar 12, 2020 |
“Why is no one washing their hands before going to lunch?!”
by Matt Cambridge | Mar 11, 2020 |
MATT (trying to save face, smiles): Thank you everyone! God bless!
by Gwyneth Findlay | Mar 9, 2020 |
Tzunuum was a plain, humble hummingbird; so simple that she had no dresses or jewelry for her wedding.
by Josh Parks | Mar 8, 2020 |
It feels like the stars are marching on inevitably but purposelessly, favoring—as always—fear, anger, patriarchy, and established power.
by Josh deLacy | Mar 6, 2020 |
People will die, the economy might tank, and my Italian honeymoon’s on the line, but somehow, it feels like I have a conflict of interest.
by Alex Johnson | Mar 5, 2020 |
“There are peacocks in Creston?!??”
by Comfort Sampong | Mar 4, 2020 |
A few months ago, I found myself at a weekend-long turtle monitoring session on Honduras’ southern coast.
by Ansley Kelly | Mar 3, 2020 |
It’s like merging onto a highway when you’re not sure you remember how to drive.
by Cotter Koopman | Mar 2, 2020 |
And I’ve realized I like wading into expansive subcultures very shyly.
by Katerina Parsons | Mar 1, 2020 |
A robin pulls a fat worm from the ground in the middle of a traffic circle and life suddenly feels too grand, too expansive, too beautiful to possibly come to an end.
