Eighth Sunday After Pentecost, Year B
Michal loves David, and she is punished, over and over and over for it.
Whatever Your Hand Finds to Do
But not all moments need to be immortalised.
What to Cook When Someone is Dying
You get very good at packing hot dishes into cardboard boxes.
Harvesting Honourably
We recall which unassuming shrubs pop with bright yellow blossoms, which trees are ornamental cherries and apples, how far the elderberry near the chicken coop has spread.
Pisces Sun, Capricorn Moon, Libra Rising
According to this birth chart, Jesus’ big three consists entirely of Aries placements.
An Order for a Business Date
What, for that matter, is the state of
the laundry hamper?
Three Queer Adaptations to Follow Gay Pirate Autumn
Take two people trapped by their own lives; allow them to meet and form some kind of attachment.
Schlepping
But there’s something hopeful about preparing soil in October and November for late-fall planting, measuring the spacing, carving divots, and pushing the individual cloves a few inches under the soil, and waiting.
Acknowledging Land, Acknowledging People
I want to be kind to the land where I live, to work alongside the more-than-human people in my community, as well as the human people in my community.
…And Always (re)Framing
What I did not expect was the particulars of the heist-movie level prank of which I was now the unwitting instigator.
Message in a Bottle
That was what we really wanted, to crash into each wave, gasping and reaching for each other to prepare for the next one.
Summer Newsletter
I have become painfully aware that ten years training as a dancer and one season of high school cross country did not prepare me for team sports.
Witch, Please and the Affective Economies of Harry Potter
The same evils that produced Voldemort and the Death Eaters are not bugs in the magical world—they are systemic features
Bicycles, Pizza, and Mail Order Ministry
As it turned out, carb loading for thirtysomethings is rather different to carb loading for teens.
Death & Taxes
I can’t help but feel that this is the year that something is going to go horribly wrong and the IRS will come after me—or worse, secretly owe me money that the return didn’t catch.
Amperland, NY
Viewers are treated to close-ups of dripping jam & sizzling onions, as well as an interlude in which the two protagonists play a comical game of badminton.
“Hey, You”
Unlike computer interfaces, however, life has yet to present me with a box I can check that says “Do not ask me again.”
I Voted for Quiet Music
We are perched side by side on an upper landing in this barn, floating in the resonant space of music we have never heard so close, have never heard unmediated, have never heard in four-part harmony.
Thirteen Haikus That Will Answer All Your Questions About the 2022 Men’s World Cup
I was unaware
taking off your shirt in this
means a yellow card.
Not Working
“Gotta make hay,” we’ll say to each other as we stumble out of bed at six a.m. to milk cows.
Garlic
We returned home in the early evening of that fateful September Saturday reeking, having taste-tested garlic knots, garlic fudge, garlic mustards and dips, cheeses and cheese curds, nuts and nut butters, vinegars, pickles, and hot sauces.
Do Not Despise the Day of Small Things
Convulsions—shocking, kill-stand-rattling convulsions—are normal.
fecundity!
Despite our best efforts, however, okra gets overly large and woody, tomatoes drop to the ground and burst, lettuce bolts, and basil goes to seed.
The Non-Reproductive Church
What if there is something more important than the church’s survival?
