Grief and Gratitude
For a year, I’ve kept my phone with me at all times (and even started sleeping with it under my pillow) so that I wouldn’t miss this call.
I Lost My Words in Washington
There’s something so thrilling about unbuckling your seatbelt and saying, “I don’t know!”
How I Ruined a Good Joke
There’s an element to comedy (and storytelling in general) where the participants concede to a certain suspension of disbelief.
When Nazis Come Knocking
When every second feels like an eternity while simultaneously flashing by as fleeting as lightning, there’s no time to check the book.
Lebanese Dad Jokes
“Baba, you can’t be doing that.”
Confessions of a Deconstructionist
I never never ran away and planted my war flag on the hill of secularism.
The Time ‘The Lion King’ Saved My Uterus
The answer is “yes,” Sir Elton John. I could feel the love that night.
‘Of Mice and Men’ and Me
“In the world, but not of it.” This gosh darn phrase is so flippin’ vague.
How to Be a Philosopher in the 21st Century?
Plato wrote nothing on the societal ramifications of normalizing nose jobs, Botox, or face-lifts.
My Cozy Corner in This Chaotic World
When I was a kid, I had a vision of a cafe that I would open someday. It was a warm place, a place that looked like autumn but felt like summer.
Fresh&Fit on Flagrant 2
This kind of behavior and mindset doesn’t promote positive, healthy, trusting, and authentic relationships; in fact, it guarantees the opposite.
A Love Letter to December
I’d like to stop and listen to the silence, sit with the stillness, and appreciate the winter for who she is.
‘Weird or Not Weird?’: A Critique of the Babylon Bee
I’m not saying there isn’t a place for humor in Christianity.
The Hunter’s Moon in High October
From that moment on, Alicia and Jenny were best friends.
The Top 5 Best (and Worst) Things About Working at a Comedy Club
There have been nights I’ve had to balance a full tray of drinks on one hand and hold my gut with the other because I’m laughing so hard.
Only Twelve Minutes Delayed
His name was Daniel Brown; he was in his eighties, and he had to “get off the train at Newark!” to go visit his son.
The Lord of the Fart Noises
Jesus’s ambiguous (or else horribly inaccurate) ethnicity isn’t even my main problem with most of the ways Jesus is depicted in media. It’s that he’s often ridiculously and unbearably boring.
