
The Problem with Men That Men Should Be
This is an honor bestowed upon them, rather than one they invoke.
This is an honor bestowed upon them, rather than one they invoke.
I wish I didn’t have to wait months at a time to see Hannah. I wish I could have been there to congratulate Katherine on the baby. I wish I could be in two places at once: my church and house church with Luke and Lauren.
How many times can we say “this isn’t who we are” before we realize that, unless something changes, yes, this is exactly who we are?
My fourth confession: I don’t talk about this.
There’s some aspect of being human, some primal need for face-to-face connection and physical contact that no amount of DMing, texting, or phone calls can fill.
The story’s incoherent, the characterization paper-thin, and a potentially compelling mystery reaches a breathtakingly unsatisfying conclusion.
The next books in the series were improvements, in the same way that breaking a finger is an improvement over breaking your spine.
“Come on, bro, the Internet doesn’t have enough photos of people with twelve fingers, bro.”
You and I likely were taught the same things about masculinity growing up.
I introduced myself and finally learned my inverse’s name: Brooke.
Did you notice a few lines back I said “horrific tragedy”?
I write about how much I miss a recently-defunct business because the Gathering, to myself and many, many people, was more than a place to get a good chai.
The fact that a stereotypical English major job—or any job, for that matter—didn’t fall in my lap right after graduation isn’t my problem. The mixed messages are.
What should we do with good art made by bad people?
When I lost count of the congregants who had taken the mic to say a word, I did give my watch more than one glance.
Call it karma or the consequences of multiple dumb decisions crashing down all at once, but definitely call it multiple facets of Hollywood showing their butts.
Is it a universal experience that the school year after you graduate high school there’s a huge status quo change?
Every turn in this book is a left.
At camp, I’d cried, prayed, and reaffirmed my faith in ways I never did during normal church services. And…that happened again.
I still didn’t feel anything, but my doctor told me to expect about a week of wait time, and I believed him.
There are two types of people who rub me the wrong way: people who can’t take a hint, and people who talk to hear their own voice. Thomas Antonio Inglewood was both.
On Christmas of 2015, only the snobbiest of film snobs knew who Harvey Weinstein was, and President Donald Trump was a punchline.
“If my life can change,” Dan said with his actions and life, “so can yours.”
Maybe a dictatorship took power on that day. A groundbreaking piece of legislation? A ceasefire of a war?
If the multiverse was real, I think we’d be an immature society.
This isn’t VeggieTales.