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.
Being Left In Church
In the coming months, I will remember their absence again and again.
The Wreck You’re Watching May Be Your Own
Alienation and brokenness abound. Redemption, mercy, and grace do too, although seeing them may take microscopic attention.
The Foundations of the Thresholds
I can hear no seraphim.
I Was Wrong About My Family
If self-acceptance was so difficult for me, how could I expect acceptance of who I am to be any easier for other people?
Ten Places and Spaces I’ve Split My Pants
My shorts were unprepared for a great DJ and a circle of people asking me to vogue.
