Category Archives: Massachusetts
by Katie Van Zanen | Apr 25, 2020 |
But I will say that—for me—being confined to my home has sometimes felt liberating in a small and quiet way.
by Alex Johnson | Jan 5, 2020 |
As Smith, Buber, and Gerwig remind me, we cannot be fully actualized people to everyone we meet
by Kayleigh Fongers | Sep 29, 2019 |
The first time I took communion with wine, I was at a church in Boston and wearing hiking boots. And Yo-Yo Ma was there.
by Katie Van Zanen | Jan 25, 2019 |
Perhaps my first mistake was expecting that I would ever entirely grow out of it.
by Olivia Harre | Oct 13, 2018 |
“I’m actually on a connecting flight, traveling to a corn hole tournament. It’s a pretty big deal,” the man in the seat behind me announced.
by Katie Van Zanen | Aug 25, 2018 |
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.
by Bart Tocci | Nov 9, 2017 |
I grew up knowing that I would not date a woman unless we were going to get married. No pressure, you’ll know when you know, but figure it out and don’t mess it up or your entire life will be ruined.
by Katie Van Zanen | Apr 10, 2017 |
I didn’t know how to write about a rain jacket on Palm Sunday after forty-four people died in their churches.
by Bart Tocci | Apr 9, 2017 |
When you start to recognize people and places, and you start to be recognized, you start to feel home. Re-cognize—from the Latin cognoscere, “to know.” To re-know, or to know again.
