The Morning Glare
Do you feel it? It’s blinding.
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.
Thank You, Creston Church
Faithful for a hundred years, faithful to me, faithful beyond me.
A Meandering Spirit
It was a relief to set aside my to-do list to just be.
Confession of a Slighted Author
I saw all that blank space the first time and went, “Where the hell are the rest of my words?”
Confessions of a Wannabe Activist
I asked my boyfriend, “Are we bad protestors?”
The Concession Conundrum
But what this anecdote reveals to me upon reflection is not the gleeful victory of one consumer against the upcharging corporate hegemon nor a testament to my sleight of hand.
We’re Moving (Or: About Hope)
We wandered our neighborhood, spending nothing to play pickleball on the tennis courts north of us and to watch the sunset from the hill to the south.
First Date Formula from an Armchair Anthropologist
Ann walked him the ten minutes to his apartment in the opposite direction of hers—chivalry isn’t dead, folks.
Six Years Later
But if you asked me when the hardest time of my life was, I’d tell you it was in my three years in college.
