Category Archives: Chicago
Seeing chipped stained glass and other signs of disrepair was dismaying, but it also renewed my appreciation of how church architecture brings grandeur into public space.
“I’m actually on a connecting flight, traveling to a corn hole tournament. It’s a pretty big deal,” the man in the seat behind me announced.
While at home, I went on a walk, remembering how, after a long rain, the air would smell like cupcakes or Cheerios as the fumes from General Mills wafted over the trees and rooftops.
One Monday morning a couple weeks ago, a man did something I should have been prepared for.
I haven’t outgrown my loneliness, but I do think I’m growing into my own solitude.
With a new pastor in the pulpit after a long stretch of interim pastors, I’ve been hopeful. But in the past few months, we’ve hit a new series of lows.
The call for diversity in children’s literature is based on the idea of windows and mirrors.
I grew up knowing that I would not date a woman unless we were going to get married. No pressure, you’ll know when you know, but figure it out and don’t mess it up or your entire life will be ruined.
While we were talking, your mom shouted from upstairs that we should go outside—there were northern lights showing.