A Rat in Pajamas
I want to believe that I’m a powerful person—like the superheroes I love to watch and read about.
Furniture City Throwdown
“Assembly is to be performed by competent adults only,” the booklet warns. Um, bet?
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When it comes to dessert, I’m a chocolate-loving girl through and through. I don’t mess with that fake fruit stuff.
All the Drinks I Didn’t Have
I scan the menu for a Moscow Mule—a good sign that I can order my beloved ginger beer.
Po as Christ Figure (My Latest Lunch Heresy)
They expected someone like Tigress—a fierce, intimidating fighter—not a food-service worker whose belly occludes his view of his toes.
Of Gift Horses and Thumbs
I baptize my dishes with Aldi Power Force soap and elbow grease; they rise spotless and ready for a new life back in the cupboard.
I Was Wrong About Card Games
Please, please do not ask me to play Taco Cat Goat Cheese Pizza. I don’t care what the cat or the goat or the pizza is doing.
Christians and “The Great Divide”
From fall ‘22 to spring ‘23, it felt like everyone on campus and their cousin was listening to Noah Kahan.
Why I Can’t Stop Saying “So True”
I’m keeping you guessing—which means I’m cool.
This Grinch Brakes for Christmas Lights
I know, I know, they’re landfill plastic and a waste of energy. But their golden glow frames my windows, making the pitch darkness at 6 p.m. less disturbing and almost cozy.
Walking in Place
I wonder if driving isn’t transportation’s equivalent of scrolling: too much input, too quick to remember more than a fraction of it.
Notes from a Near Southerner
University of South Carolina, not United States Chicken
Why Christians Should Watch KPop Demon Hunters
“KPop Demon Hunters” makes me realize how often I mistake other broken people for my real Foe.
On Serving (Not in the Cool Gen Z Way)
I began to wonder what it’d feel like to stop and ask myself if I really wanted to go the extra mile.
