Category Archives: Indiana
So here I now find myself, a year later, not with a record of instances—some long calendar of thresholds met and surpassed by Jes and me and Toph—but with the accretion of slow change.
I was suddenly aware of everything: the squelch of the slider door’s rubber seal releasing as my brother came in from the yard. The creak and crash of the screen door to the garage behind my dad.
It can exist in its difficulty without any dressing up and still be deserving of love.
I spent a good chunk of my prewriting time for this blog post keeping Satan at bay.
I didn’t swerve around the pothole because I didn’t see it. In many ways, I’ve forgotten how to look outside myself and outside my culture.
Most people say that I shouldn’t let anything hold me back from doing great things. But I don’t have much desire to do great things. What are great things without the small things?
Words are not the deciding factor here. Actions are met with actions.
This is where we are. The reduction of a decades-long debate with life-changing ramifications to a billboard. Or a bumper sticker. Or a sound bite.
Every spring, Notre Dame holds a half-marathon called (surprise, surprise) “The Holy Half.”