Monthly Archives: September 2020
Today is the first day of autumn, and instead of dreading it, I’m going to try my best to stay hopeful.
One would think rights bequeathed by the Omnipotent Ruler of the Universe would be impervious to puny, mortal attack.
But like a towering stack of nachos, hope and excitement can only be piled so high before everything comes tumbling down.
I hope that, along with her name, I will always carry some reflection of her in me.
I’m not convinced that looter’s increased presence in my life is the result of a newly expanded horizon of awareness.
Pull those covers all the way over to your side at night. What doesn’t kill him makes him stronger.
I didn’t long for the suffering, but a part of me envied the certainty it seemed to produce.
At best, I’m mildly amusing. At worst, I’m lazy internet trash whose only claim to a comedy crown is stolen memes.
The question “Do you have a TikTok?” definitely sparks an interesting conversation.
Perhaps confession has more to do with vulnerability and emergency than with orthodoxy and tradition.
In The Color Purple by Alice Walker, Shug tells Celie, “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”
$20 in a bank only means what it does because we’ve built institutions and systems to support and protect the idea that $20 means $20.
Generations survived by this resource that I now visit a few times a week for a pleasant view and a whipping fresh breeze.
I asked the fair barista, “Sir,
Have you the stock I seek?”
“Alas,” said he, “our shelves are bare,
And will be for a week.”
A cheesy name celebrating the town it can be found in? 10/10. A charming new addition of orange pool noodles glued to its exterior to ensure social distancing? Dreamy.
The ability to imagine outside our four walls is how we stay sane.
All I know is that during a long vacation, I wandered into a moving tale of dangerous dreams, opportunities to heal former traumas, and people who met at the wrong (or maybe perfect?) time.
Choosing hope today doesn’t deplete what’s available to us tomorrow.
I’m not totally saying those two weeks of my high school AP stats class caused a nationwide erosion of trust in authority and science.
It’s time to pass this space on to the next generation.
Birds feel the pull of the compass, and they also cast their eyes upward for a map.