Questions Inspired by Working with Pandemic Kindergartners
I hedged my bets that the curriculum decision-makers are some species of otherworldly creature with only vague understanding of human affairs.
I Was Wrong About Being Introverted
Katie, John the Baptist, Caleb, Destiny, Emily, and Cailynn are all in engineering. I should probably let them know I have aspirin and a stress ball in my room if they need it.
Charlie Kirk: America’s Ramsay Bolton
In truth, he devoted his life and his organization’s resources and influence to making America worse in every conceivable way.
Overcorrections
American society has a contradictory relationship with sexuality, one that manages to be simultaneously horny and prudish.
Memoir Vulnerable
If I told other people this, that’s not me being vulnerable. That’s me unlearning what “inside thoughts” are.
Ten Stephen King Books and What I Thought of Them III: The Bachman Lands
Photo Credit Reader beware, I’m about to talk about scares. (And with the right title: it’s “What I Thought of Them,” Me from Last Fall. You mistyped your own title, you git!) Ahem. As always, I (the post calvin’s self-appointed Stephen King scholar) spun a randomizer...
Three States, One Story
I assured her I wasn’t taller—there was so much Mormonism in the Utah air that it somehow made her shrink.
The Problem with Men That Men Should Be
This is an honor bestowed upon them, rather than one they invoke.
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
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?
Confessions of an Amoeba Pringle Man
My fourth confession: I don’t talk about this.
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.
How to Get a Badreads Review from Me, Part Two
The story’s incoherent, the characterization paper-thin, and a potentially compelling mystery reaches a breathtakingly unsatisfying conclusion.
How to Get a Badreads Review From Me
The next books in the series were improvements, in the same way that breaking a finger is an improvement over breaking your spine.
Stop Trying to Make AI Happen, It’s Not Going to Happen: A Rant
“Come on, bro, the Internet doesn’t have enough photos of people with twelve fingers, bro.”
A Letter to the 70,000
You and I likely were taught the same things about masculinity growing up.
A Reunion in Six Parts
I introduced myself and finally learned my inverse’s name: Brooke.
Ten Stephen King Books and What I Thought About Them: Spooky Season Edition
Did you notice a few lines back I said “horrific tragedy”?
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
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.
The Good Will Hunting Problem
What should we do with good art made by bad people?
Pastors’ Lives Through a PK’s Eyes
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.
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.
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Is it a universal experience that the school year after you graduate high school there’s a huge status quo change?
Ten Stephen King Books and What I Thought of Them
Every turn in this book is a left.
Under the Stage Lights
At camp, I’d cried, prayed, and reaffirmed my faith in ways I never did during normal church services. And…that happened again.
My Week of Antidepressants and Anger
I still didn’t feel anything, but my doctor told me to expect about a week of wait time, and I believed him.
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
On Christmas of 2015, only the snobbiest of film snobs knew who Harvey Weinstein was, and President Donald Trump was a punchline.
A Great Man Named Dan
“If my life can change,” Dan said with his actions and life, “so can yours.”
