“And with Your Spirit”
Whether I was in Georgia or Michigan, I could recite the Nicene Creed like I was back at home, sitting with my family in the third pew.
Back to Pen and Paper
Soon the crisp paragraphs are surrounded with chaotic towers of written words, the columns teetering precariously.
What Does It Mean?
It’s disorienting, how you can feel relieved one day and utterly defeated a week later.
I Was Wrong About Heated Rivalry
It looked like a low budget Wattpad-esque romance.
Sling: An Album that Embodies the First Signs of Spring
After a smattering of global warming-induced fifty-degree weather in Chicagoland January, the bitter cold days that the Midwest is known for began to creep in. If given a choice, I’d much rather bundle up and deal with cold weather rather than sweat on a humid summer...
An Unconventional Birthday Celebration
“Wow, you’re so lucky. You get to stay up late on your birthday!”
My Complicated History with Mice Continues
“It felt like the mouse was saying, ‘Hey man, check out this spread!’”
My Complicated History with Mice
I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been hoping that Cora, the mousetrap queen, would be able to take care of this.
An Unexpected Pit Stop
The words “vacation” and “Nebraska” should never belong in the same sentence.
Occupation: Books
I wasn’t expecting my first full-time job to be at a warehouse.
Hometown Appreciation
I’m only just now exploring places I’ve driven past hundreds of times.
Compulsive Confessions
Confession, and the elements that make up Reconciliation, became my safety net.
Is The New Pope a Cubs or White Sox Fan? And Other Burning Questions
Knowing that a man who’s well on his way to becoming a household name internationally loves the same baseball team as you has to be a good feeling.
We Will Get Louder
I wasn’t expecting a woman to lean out the passenger window, pointing at us passionately as she exclaimed, “I’m so proud of you!”
How to Trust Your Characters
Just because I have the power to create characters doesn’t mean I have the power to make them do whatever I want.
Before We Go In…
It took us time to get used to John’s presence.
My Favorite Commute
We walked a lot of the year, including the winter.
Revisiting the Scariest Christmas Movie of My Childhood
But eight-year-old me hadn’t learned about rhetorical analysis yet, so instead, I ran out of the room whenever that scene came on.
The Tube is Your Stage
It was like England’s very own Machine Gun Kelly had strolled onto the tube.
Unwanted Guests
I repeated the words I’ve heard from my friends, family, and therapists, hoping that they’d pull me out of the dark corners of intrusive thoughts.
Becoming a Cat Person
Holding the tassel pole like a fisherman waiting for a bite, I sat on the couch.
Helplessly Watching
Down in our backyard, lying next to our bushes, was a bird on their back, legs twitching.
