It’s All Greek to Me
Cyprus-Rhodes or Calvin College, it seems like the same to me.
Cyprus-Rhodes or Calvin College, it seems like the same to me.
By the time Church came out with his second album, I was already calling him my favorite artist.
I like to imagine that even people who did not know me at my graduation looked at me and thought I was exceptional.
Confession dwells. It sets up camp in the desert of failure and resigns itself to wandering forty minutes or forty years.
A little over a week ago I stood in the yard, watching while Taylor planted arugula in the beds. I was not in a good mood.
Pop culture is the clearest image of the zeitgeist. It’s impossible to claim faith is holistic and not address that fixture.
That’s how I realized, or decided: the spoon rest is the pinnacle of kitchen goods.
1:15 p.m. “Ope, it’s 1:15, I’ve got to run now,” he says. “Thank you, great to meet you.”
I promise, I will tell the story about the two-foot flames licking at the burners when I cracked open the oven door.
This year, and any time you play Dark Souls, you will rush into something, and you will fail. You will take your time at something, and you will fail—even at something you’ve done easily a hundred times before.