Promises

I remembered my baptism when I dipped my hand in the frigid blue water of a glacier, when I felt mist clinging to my face and dampening my clothes, when I watched the graceful, floating powdered sugar descent—deceptively powerful—of waterfall after waterfall after waterfall.

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Gen L

There’s some aspect of being human, some primal need for face-to-face connection and physical contact that no amount of DMing, texting, or phone calls can fill.

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Ten Years On

The room was eerily quiet as the students sat waiting for me to get ready, so I tried to lighten the mood. They all take this so seriously, too seriously.

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