Monthly Archives: June 2020
Even within the church, it’s easy to feel shame for not “persevering.”
I feel stuck because I don’t feel like I have a valid voice to address either side of my racial and cultural heritage.
I don’t often think about my breath.
I didn’t expect to experience the amount of joy I felt.
7. Egochristicolaphobia — The Fear of Being Associated with the Word “Christian”
This is not an anti-racist reading list, per se.
Since I started working with kids, I’ve also re-discovered a love of picture books.
Admit it. You wanted this.
And when we’ve seen, let’s allow the waters to rush in.
Anyone who tells me that The Hunger Games series is just another YA sci-fi romp will quickly find themselves on the receiving end of a literary argument so blistering they’ll think they were just stung by a swarm of tracker jackers.
You’ll likely lose any love you ever had for this beast of a man, and with it will go any unconditional respect you have for the establishment of America as a country.
What about this particular tweet and this particular act of terror—over all the other tweets and all the other acts of terror, domestic and international, that routinely dominate our feeds—prompted 2.4 million Twitter users to tap a heart-shaped icon?
Roommate night has sustained us through breakups, engagements, angst, hopes, and now even a pandemic.
How can you know if you’ve discovered the best?
I’ve arranged this top ten in a completely subjective, completely nerdy manner: how excited am I to write with it?
In the midst of all the learning and educating, listening and serving we are hopefully doing as a global community, I hope these podcasts bring your minds and hearts some rest and levity.
A bar of soap slips from its shelf and clatters to the shower floor with the power of a thousand stampeding wildebeest.
Perhaps the lack of quality comes with the territory of making five hours of television every week.
In late May of 2019, it was announced on Reddit that somehow an individual had stolen eighteen MiniDiscs that belonged to the English rock band Radiohead.
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
You don’t often expect to find onomatopoeia in long, Latinate words.
I was shocked that I had never heard of this before and watched this documentary as soon as I got home.
Who knew when we’d see each other again, with the pandemic rolling in and the economy flipping belly-up, with graduation and wedding and career plans scattering in the air like confetti.
“I guess I’m starting to believe that I may have something to say too.”
When it hasn’t rained since January, even the most absent citizen begins to notice.
I didn’t expect to be single at twenty-five, but here we are.
There are no miscalculations or extraneous details—things are only borrowed or loaned between neighbors.
I managed to stretch this weak joke (reach for the stars but, like, “the actual stars”) for far too many lines—all rhyming, of course.