We Don’t Owe Them Sh*t. Change My Mind
You are so much more than a talking point.
Trader Joe’s and the Joys of Cooking
If there were a sixth love language, I believe it’d be food
An Apartment of My Own
Perhaps what I really need to invest in is a nightlight. Preferably dinosaur shaped.
Impressions of Future Bosses
“What part of this job are you looking forward to?”
“Decorating a hallway.”
A Few Reflections on Wind Through Trees
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.”
A Letter to My Younger Sister
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.
Reflections on the Required Reading for a Calvin Religion Degree
It’s safe to say that the reading for religion majors lacks the representation of the diversity of the religious world.
Unpacking the Attic: Home in Eight Vignettes
Technically my third home, but my memories begin here.
Roads: Untaken, Taken
But I will often retrace the roads and words I’ve taken and exhale, exultant.
Onward and Upward
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.
