I Think About This Once a Week
On good days, I think about John and that chalkboard and the dog under the lectern and I remember the joy of learning new things and the inexhaustible opportunities the world presents for just that.
On good days, I think about John and that chalkboard and the dog under the lectern and I remember the joy of learning new things and the inexhaustible opportunities the world presents for just that.
It’s safe to say that the reading for religion majors lacks the representation of the diversity of the religious world.
Here, lightly edited, are a year of the mundane and serious and baffling things I felt the need to save.
Technically my third home, but my memories begin here.
Looking around the space, a constellation of memories appear.
The men greeted one group member by erupting “Herman the German!” when he walked in the door.
For those of us who have never been on the blunt end of sexism (or racism, or ableism, etc.), things can look funny or tragic or intriguingly disgusting when they are actually evil.
Seven years later, I am now in Grand Rapids again, which is a kind of beautiful, full-circle moment.
The house is, by nature, transient.
But now, in the morning as I dress, I am enthralled by all the stories I carry on me and within me.