Category Archives: Grand Rapids
If there were a sixth love language, I believe it’d be food
Perhaps what I really need to invest in is a nightlight. Preferably dinosaur shaped.
“What part of this job are you looking forward to?”
“Decorating a hallway.”
In The Color Purple by Alice Walker, Shug tells Celie, “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”
I thought I was somehow exempt—because I grew up in other countries or have Jewish blood or have a sister who looks different than me.
It’s safe to say that the reading for religion majors lacks the representation of the diversity of the religious world.
But I will often retrace the roads and words I’ve taken and exhale, exultant.
The laughter flowed freely, as if the devastation of the last few days had dammed it up until it burst from us all at once.
Looking around the space, a constellation of memories appear.