Category Archives: Massachusetts
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 | Jun 9, 2018
Could my parents have admitted they were too busy or uncomfortable to teach me? Yes.
Am I mad, bro? No.
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.
by Katie Van Zanen | Mar 10, 2017
Stories of travel compel us, she says, because “more reliably than anything else on earth, the road will force you to live in the present.”
by Katie Van Zanen | Oct 10, 2016
Christians shouldn’t be surprised that people think we’re assholes. As a collective, we’ve thrown our weight behind some pretty misguided causes.
by Bart Tocci | Oct 9, 2016
I thought, if I just touch the wood of the casket, maybe God will bring him back. What if that happened? How amazing would that be? Then everyone would believe in God.
by Katie Van Zanen | Sep 10, 2016
Here I am, commuting by car into the big city. Here I am, one half of a white couple in an immigrant town. Here I am, trying to live honestly in an unfamiliar place, with imagination and empathy.
