The Difference a Decade Makes
It’s 8:38 on a Friday night and I am nowhere near anything that can be described as “cool.”
Rebekah (’12) teaches English as a second language at Grand Rapids Community College. She does not drink coffee nor purchase Apple products.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Oct 29, 2023 | 0 comments
It’s 8:38 on a Friday night and I am nowhere near anything that can be described as “cool.”
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Jul 28, 2017 | 0 comments
I decided on aura photography because it is decently priced, comes with tangible evidence, and reminds me of Tapenga from Boy Meets World.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Jun 28, 2017 | 0 comments
I have been thinking about scorpions because I live in the desert, where dwell these hard-cased creatures from hell.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | May 28, 2017 | 0 comments
The freedom to be kids and learn via mistakes is one of the greatest gifts a parent can give, and my father gave it in abundance.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Apr 28, 2017 | 0 comments
Equation A: be ambitious and industrious, do not leave the workplace to the mercy of the weak minded men. Fight + win + conquer, all while rocking 6 inch stilettos and maintaining strong sex-appeal^10.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Mar 28, 2017 | 0 comments
The friends who kissed early were given the eyebrows at youth group and the girls who hadn’t kissed by college were insecure.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Feb 28, 2017 | 0 comments
I scour the wall for any ledges, any possible edge to rest a hand or foot. Nothing. The drop to the next balcony I would guess is eight feet. Not impossible.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Jan 28, 2017 | 0 comments
Their apathy towards education, even in the moments it was spoon fed to them, was almost impressive.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Nov 28, 2016 | 0 comments
The toy most worthy of keep-me-up-at night-excitement was the authentic kids archeology dig kit. For a mere $29.99 I could uncover the secrets of history.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Oct 28, 2016 | 1 comment
I am as control-hungry, wealth-lusting, and greed-seeking as every antagonist in Narnia. I am worse because I am not fictional. I fear Aslan because he loves me regardless.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Sep 28, 2016 | 0 comments
Based off the images and captions included, file might have been an inventory of virtual fresh produce.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Jul 28, 2016 | 0 comments
I have no advanced skill in any area of life that lends me to glory or even mild recognition. You would be writing to a very ordinary woman of meager talent.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Jun 28, 2016 | 0 comments
Although Christmas in June is not an actual tradition, you’ve been good this year so I want to reward you with the gift of silence, and Nick Offerman.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | May 28, 2016 | 0 comments
I hope you find these entry updates linguistically accurate and culturally abhorrent.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Apr 28, 2016 | 0 comments
They have entered the physical realm of the heaven but are too wrapped up in their own expectations to notice. They’ve allowed themselves to become too tainted with the promises of the world to recognize the promised land.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Feb 28, 2016 | 0 comments
Nothing is trendier or, as a teacher, more likely to get your story turned into a Hollywood film about how you helped an inner city kid become this century’s Twain than to be an English Literature teacher.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Jan 28, 2016 | 0 comments
Caroline and I lock eyes over Bea’s back: “Jackpot!”
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Dec 28, 2015 | 0 comments
We are addicts to magnificence and depravity. If we can’t be the best we will compete to be the worst. If we can’t start the morning with the best cup of coffee, we begin the day with the worst.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Nov 28, 2015 | 0 comments
I am not thankful for lice. And I never will be. But I am thankful for men. For a certain man in particular. You will see why.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Oct 28, 2015 | 0 comments
In a time and culture when being twenty-five, unmarried, and professional is a deeply respected symbol of detachedness, I cling to the strands of blood and body that tether me to this hallowed ground.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Sep 28, 2015 | 1 comment
I have slept on the second floor of 6830 West Liberty Road for twenty-four years. I am intimately aware of each creak and groan of the house as it settles in the evening.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Aug 28, 2015 | 1 comment
It is that stillness I search for in the transcendental north. The quiet amidst the buzz of living that I haven’t discovered in the nooks and crannies of my own hum of days.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Jul 28, 2015 | 0 comments
Family members are lured to the kitchen by the aroma and we sit to eat. We feed our bodies and remember that they matter. I understand now that life is physical.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Jun 28, 2015 | 2 comments
The great lie of our lives is that we are the main subject. The great villainy is the idea that we are the heroes. We have a debilitating hero complex.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | May 28, 2015 | 0 comments
I am a 5’6” (and ¼”) self-contained universe bumping against the fringes of being-hood. There is no purpose in questioning a slab of reflection for answers only found beyond it.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Apr 28, 2015 | 1 comment
Minutes later I hear the same scuffling. The sound continues. Then a cold trickle of dread seeps into my semi-consciousness. Someone is in the house.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Mar 28, 2015 | 0 comments
I know the saying is that misery loves company, but in my experience I reckon misery loves an audience. There, in the center of a circle of eager listeners, I peaked.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Feb 28, 2015 | 3 comments
We pursue any available detour, texting, Snapchatting, Netflixing, to avoid the work of attention. It is slowly robbing us of joy, of that mysterious dimension.
by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Jan 28, 2015 | 3 comments
“You might have heard that you should punch the shark in the nose. This is probably not a good idea…. In many situations in which large predators are attacking you, the advice is to ‘play dead.’ This doesn’t work against sharks. Also, it’s hard to do in the water...by Bekah (Williamson) Medendorp | Dec 28, 2014 | 0 comments
I asked my brother Sam, father of three, why kids hate going potty. His son Judah had, moments before, flat out denied need of the potty despite wobbling through the house with crossed legs.