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Monthly Archives: March 2020

Community Switching

Someday I think I’ll stay, and perhaps that will be the hardest choice of all.

Going Nowhere

When it is, in fact, your duty not to go anywhere, going to nowhere starts to look like going somewhere.

The District Sleeps Alone Again

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.

Mailbag from Myself

No one has any idea what to do, and we’re all trying to use what we’ve got to make things work.   

Snail Saga, Pt. 2: Cohabitating with Tiny Corpses

When confronted with a dozen or so unexpected snails, one faces questions of moral principle one never thought one would.

“Trying Experience,” 6 Letters –

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).

Entropy

Entropy

by | Mar 24, 2020 | 1 comment

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.

Isolation Isogloss

Isolation Isogloss

If language has a glue, it’s social interaction.

Screwtape’s COVID-19 Dispatches

Screwtape’s COVID-19 Dispatches

March 17
Virilina, 
Your urgent missile of alarm last night was most unprofessional. 

The Resurrection of Things

The Resurrection of Things

Whoever said money can’t buy happiness clearly never bought a cozy cerulean sweater.

Love in the Time of COVID-19

Love in the Time of COVID-19

Will the sting of the adhesive ripping against our tender skin be an experience we can learn and grow from?

Grandma’s Bread

Grandma’s Bread

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.

Blessed Assurance

Blessed Assurance

This time it felt different, like the distance the prayers travel to reach the Lord was shorter than usual. 

God’s Great Gift

God’s Great Gift

Please assist humankind by divulging any variations of the masculine nod not encountered in this scientific journal.

Prayers for Now

Prayers for Now

How do you speak confusion to God?

What Ancient Burden Moves

What Ancient Burden Moves

God’s belly-deep groaning plead
from lake and trees’ lips;
I don’t fear, no, I tremble.

While You Were Sleeping

While You Were Sleeping

It feels so wrong to continue living normal life in the aftermath of a tragic storm.

42°55′16″N 85°37′19″W

42°55′16″N 85°37′19″W

“Why is no one washing their hands before going to lunch?!”

The 1st Annual Baby Parent Oscars

The 1st Annual Baby Parent Oscars

MATT (trying to save face, smiles): Thank you everyone! God bless! 

And In the End

And In the End

I worked as an auditor until I didn’t.

20-Second Myths

20-Second Myths

Tzunuum was a plain, humble hummingbird; so simple that she had no dresses or jewelry for her wedding.

The Star-Spangled Primary

The Star-Spangled Primary

It feels like the stars are marching on inevitably but purposelessly, favoring—as always—fear, anger, patriarchy, and established power.

If It Feels Cult-y, It Might Be a Cult

If It Feels Cult-y, It Might Be a Cult

“Kids can’t learn when they don’t feel loved, right?”

Inside COVID-19’s Cheering Section

Inside COVID-19’s Cheering Section

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.

Peacocks in the Neighborhood

Peacocks in the Neighborhood

“There are peacocks in Creston?!??”

Carrying Home on Our Backs

Carrying Home on Our Backs

A few months ago, I found myself at a weekend-long turtle monitoring session on Honduras’ southern coast.

Fear, Formula, and Getting Better

Fear, Formula, and Getting Better

It’s like merging onto a highway when you’re not sure you remember how to drive.

Flavor Text

Flavor Text

And I’ve realized I like wading into expansive subcultures very shyly.

Prone to Wander, Lord, I Feel It

Prone to Wander, Lord, I Feel It

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.

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