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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?
Lucky for me, The Hot Room was offering a free event at a local park last week.
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.”
Come this new year, let’s not see how low we can go.