The Roaring Thirties
Now the future is here, and it is emails and budgeting. Good God, I used to be cool!
Potential Energy
If I’m only painting for me, I’m not painting at all.
Moving Together Without Drifting Apart
Your spouse may ask if you really need all these books and couldn’t you get rid of some? The only permissible answer to such an insult is “I don’t understand the question and I won’t respond to it.”
My Life in Toronto as Told by My Buy Nothing Group History
From the old dresses to the guitar for someone’s kid’s lessons, I was thrilled that my trash could be someone else’s treasure.
What’s a City to Me?
I won’t miss the commutes.
A Valentine’s Day Encounter
It was so sweet how you wanted to make me feel comfortable.
Meditating on Midnight Mass
The show is a necessary skewering of how easy it can be for an earnest Christian community to be infiltrated by something monstrous.
Singing Christmas
Sure, hitting the high note in “O Holy Night” by yourself is an accomplishment. But belting the high note in Handel’s Messiah in a hundredfold choir is true musical ecstasy.
Option X
What’s the hotline number for when the word “die” echoes in your brain so blandly that you almost don’t notice it anymore?
Canadian Thanksgiving
No parades or football games or absurd shopping sales muddle the meaning.
Voices of Anxiety
I’ve been discovering different versions of myself lately as the medicine, or lack thereof, messes with my head.
Finding Home
We could’ve seen the excessive nail-marks in the wall as holes, but we chose to see them as opportunities—convenient holders for tiki umbrellas during our tropical-themed party.
Crap Wildlife Photography: A Fluff Piece
Crap Wildlife Photography is a great equalizer.
A Sex Education
We get married. We have sex. The world doesn’t feel different once it happens.
The Sisterhood of the Traveling Polaroid
Snail mail and physical photos seemed nearly archaic compared to the methods I already used to keep in touch with those I missed.
Still Risen
Some Easters I’ve wept with emotion at the swell of “In Christ Alone” and the miracle of Christ’s sacrifice; some I’ve sat stone-faced, wondering whether any of it matters.
Seeking Silence in Lent
I feel in every moment that I need to be accomplishing something, even if that something is entertainment.
The Banana Tree and Me
It seemed like half our kitchen had been taken up by the banana tree, bringing a bit of the tropics into snowy Wisconsin.
The Annual Grief of Taking Down Christmas
Putting up the tree is a boisterous event. Taking down the tree is a silent resignation to January.
The Supporting Roles
Did they hear of Jesus’ ministry later and feel a twinge of familiarity, wondering, “Could that be him?”
Too Much Wes Anderson: A Review of “The French Dispatch”
The French Dispatch has such a high concentration of Wes Anderson per Wes Anderson that it should be considered legally toxic in the state of California.
New Identities in a Sunoco
“Um, did my…husband…put these here?”
The Amateur Canadian’s Guide to Life North of the Border
Even though I haven’t yet tried poutine and don’t really know where Manitoba is, I’ve observed enough fun quirks about Canada and Toronto to share.
Writing Happy
Contentment has been slowly blooming for me this summer.
Monica’s Wedding Playlist
To me, “roommate” means something even stronger than “friend.”
Sufjan and Me
In that crowd of spotlighted onlookers I was not alone.
Borders
The line delineating old life and new life is blurry, and many aspects will never be the same.
Between Me and God
God is supposed to be my father, but when I think of a father I think of an empty space.
The Lost Era of Hearts in Atlantis
Truth is relative, and there are monsters in the world that confuse what’s real and what’s good.
A Very Rainy Lockdown
For me, an unemployed expat in a lockdown, having a dog means having purpose.
