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Look Up

For a moment, I got lost in space and time. Sunday morning church was above me, and I had to look for the bookshelves and study carrels to remember that a library was around me.

Young and Brave

My body went hot, my hands shook with James’, and I felt again for the first time in over a decade what it really feels like to fear your peers.

When A Church Breaks

When a church breaks, her people realize they broke her themselves. By not acknowledging the extent of our own broken fingers and bent hearts, we pursued something that might not have been the gospel.

Bad Apples

Unfortunately, while one “bad” student—disruptive, selfish, rude—could derail an entire semester for an entire class, the opposite is not true.

Miles to Go

Maybe by the time I’m ninety-six or ninety-seven I’ll see things differently. Maybe I’ll see divine love in the allowance of racial violence, torture, and marginalization.

Titty Sprinkles

Some of the men on my team couldn’t find a passing lane—offensively or defensively—if their lives depended on it, but no one notices that.

How to Age with Style

Last night I met a twenty-something who is in her last year of undergraduate work. She seemed so young, so bright-eyed and comfortable. I swear I heard my knees creak.

I Quit

This was a tantrum that got out of hand, causing me to forget that my desires are not the most important thing in the world.


There is power in naming our fears, so here it is: I fear that sort of adulthood. The knowing sort. I fear it because it is a foolish and finite sort of adulthood.

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