…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.
Jack Kamps (’16) has been paid to do many things, such as teach preschoolers, pastor youths, schlep things in warehouses, bake pastries, design curriculum, serve coffee, maintain gardens, and fix computers. Jack is currently a student at Princeton Theological Seminary—though they tend to spend more time working at a few local farms, plotting a future cheesecake business with their spouse, and listening to/talking about the latest Material Girls episode than doing their homework.
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?
