Echoes and Afterimages

Echoes and Afterimages

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.

Cheap Grace

Cheap Grace

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?

Gen L

Gen L

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.

An Ode to the Gathering

An Ode to the Gathering

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.

I…Kind of Hate My Degree

I…Kind of Hate My Degree

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.

Hollywood’s Imploding

Hollywood’s Imploding

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.

The Criminals I’ve Met

The Criminals I’ve Met

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.

Old Podcasts

Old Podcasts

On Christmas of 2015, only the snobbiest of film snobs knew who Harvey Weinstein was, and President Donald Trump was a punchline.

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