Monthly Archives: December 2020
2020 is somehow more bearable and more striking through the eyes of the post calvin.
Is anyone listening? Does anyone care? Or are we just writing into the void for the satisfaction of our own egos?
This year’s entire catalog is proof that even pandemics and poisonous politics can be spun, however feebly, into something worth reading.
This was it. This was the moment my entire family would oust me from the clan.
Emotional breakdowns are always such a bother.
Much of my problem with Mary stems from my own somewhat-fraught relationship with my reproductive system, which is to say that I hate it and wish that it didn’t exist.
As many Christians and non-Christians around the globe come to terms with one of the most difficult holiday seasons of their lifetimes, revisiting the life of this particular saint may help re-enchant our disenchanted year.
I approach list-making not as a critic, but simply as a fan trying to dig deeply and methodically into something I love.
I can’t help but commend Justin for taking this first step, if that’s indeed what it is.
The baby’s mother will show him how to be a joy-seeker, to soak up every drop of light.
Narrow-mindedness, group-think, and the desire to wall oneself off from outsiders is not solely a conservative issue, but a bipartisan problem and part of the human condition.
With each stone I added, I thought of the people, places, and experiences that make me who I am
In the end, the crisis I fretted over, the risk I hoped to mitigate, never quite materialized.
After six weeks of unstructured days and minimal obligations, I no longer harbor illusions about what I might someday accomplish if I “just had more time.”
Any lover of the arts should find something worthwhile in metal music’s tracks
We’ve drunk wassail and hot cocoa from festive mugs, and we’ve streamed virtual concerts in gaudy sweaters.
There’s no cosmic explanation, for better or worse.
Added bonuses: a man confessing his love to an elevator, and the theme song is one of the cheesiest Christmas tunes of all time.
And so a gulf remains. There are parts of her I simply cannot know.
I decide that since I was already not going to do a classic NaNo, I might as well break some other rules.
You can do shorthand and reductive stereotypes for fans of a lot of modern rock bands of the late 1990s or 2000s, but what is a Foo Fighters fan?
In “No Heaven,” my words are basically a prayer and a wake-up call. I want to dedicate my healing to the healing of others whenever possible.
The unheard deserve hearing, the unsafe deserve safety, the forgotten deserve our imagination.
“Wanna see the view from my deer blind, Ms. Boersma? I actually get pretty good Wi-Fi out here.”
But at least I know if an acceptance mailed to an offeror is binding even if the offeror has already sent a revocation that the offeree hasn’t yet received (it is)!
These rhythms meld, harmonize, bring forth anew.
Those on the Mexican side of the border sing the request while those on the U.S. side respond with rejection, a miniature drama of national proceedings.
It is remarkably easy to forget the fullness of story in each chicken breast.
Even when there’s a murderer in the doorway, teenage problems are still problems.