Monthly Archives: August 2020
by Alicia Bradshaw | Aug 31, 2020 |
I thought I was somehow exempt—because I grew up in other countries or have Jewish blood or have a sister who looks different than me.
by Shannon De Jong | Aug 30, 2020 |
Slowly but surely, I keep going, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand. There is simply no other choice.
by Andy Briggs | Aug 29, 2020 |
Growing up isn’t being impervious to pain; it’s learning to live with it.
by Jon Gorter | Aug 28, 2020 |
Watching a bird makes me think about a life other than my own.
by Anna Jeffries VanZytveld | Aug 27, 2020 |
No one tells you that the challenge of finding friends and creating community extends beyond just high school, beyond just university.
by Annaka Koster | Aug 26, 2020 |
Hello. You do not know me and I do not know you.
by Katie Van Zanen | Aug 25, 2020 |
On good days, I think about John and that chalkboard and the dog under the lectern and I remember the joy of learning new things and the inexhaustible opportunities the world presents for just that.
by Joshua Polanski | Aug 24, 2020 |
It’s safe to say that the reading for religion majors lacks the representation of the diversity of the religious world.
by Alex Westenbroek | Aug 23, 2020 |
I would sometimes, alone, take out all of the pieces, marvel at the details of the board and plastic gizmos, and read through the rules like a sacred text.
by Kayleigh Fongers | Aug 22, 2020 |
I started watching Friends a little late in the game. And by late, I mean a quarter of a century after it debuted on television,
by Emily Joy Stroble | Aug 21, 2020 |
The body in the wet shroud of transparent ivory was Lizzie Siddal’s. She was a painter’s model.
by Chad Westra | Aug 20, 2020 |
My presence that summer must have been a shock to Nainai, but oddly enough she never questioned why a tall, thin, white, American guy was living in her home.
by Lillie Spackman | Aug 19, 2020 |
An 8×10 waterproof canvas tent with metal poles and the space for a wood stove, that tent has seen most of Oregon.
by Ben DeVries | Aug 18, 2020 |
Set roughly sixty years before the Hunger Games trilogy, Ballad is, essentially, two origin stories in one.
by Laura Sheppard Song | Aug 17, 2020 |
If the title is in a sans-serif font with one word per line on the front cover, you know it must be good.
by Kyric Koning | Aug 16, 2020 |
This is where greatness begins, should we choose it.
by Courtney Zonnefeld | Aug 15, 2020 |
For thousands living abroad or in Spain, wondering and waiting, the years dragged on and on.
by Finnely King-Scoular | Aug 14, 2020 |
I started being an English teacher abroad, then I stopped. Then I started being a nuclear electrician’s mate, then I stopped. I started being a butch lesbian, then I stopped.
by Olivia Harre | Aug 13, 2020 |
When I walk through the blue door, now it feels like a home—my home.
by Klaas Walhout | Aug 12, 2020 |
Recently, I have been asked more and more to pray outside of the rooms of patients who are very sick with the coronavirus.
by Lauren Cole | Aug 11, 2020 |
I used to think “living deliberately” meant doing crazy things, making wild memories.
by Jordan Petersen Kamp | Aug 10, 2020 |
I have not felt my sharpest lately, which surely has a lot to do with *gestures broadly* all this.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Aug 9, 2020 |
The cats were all female for their presumed docility in the stressful endeavor of flying into space.
by Josh Parks | Aug 8, 2020 |
A Deer’s Cry therefore asks us to reconsider our assumptions about divine help and protection.
by Susannah Boersma | Aug 7, 2020 |
I don’t want to be the kind of camp counselor who is raising a new generation of middle schoolers who have 786 pins on their wedding board on Pinterest.
by Ben Orlebeke | Aug 6, 2020 |
Six migrant children died in US government custody during an eight-month span of 2018 and 2019. No child had died in US custody for a decade.
by Alex Johnson | Aug 5, 2020 |
Oftentimes, when I think about the amount of my life that I’ve spent playing video games, I cringe.
by Comfort Sampong | Aug 4, 2020 |
But what most makes John Lewis one of my founding fathers is his lifelong rootedness in love.
by Ansley Kelly | Aug 3, 2020 |
I used to finish races like that so sweaty and happy and exhilarated that I didn’t need any rum to feel like the queen of the world.
by Cotter Koopman | Aug 2, 2020 |
Something like the Holga makes it impossible to forget that photos are made of light-affected chemicals on a roll of paper.
