The Joy of Writing
The chance that something I’ve written could be made better paralyzes me into never wanting to publish anything at all. Where’s the joy in that?
Excerpt from a Sermon on the Transfiguration
This passage is not just about presence but also about the absence that is to come. What the disciples will miss.
On Creative Droughts
It was the worst writer’s block I’ve experienced—not even like pushing a boulder up a hill but like pushing against a wall.
Siren’s Semantics
I’m pretty sure this one is McDonald’s’ fault.
I Can’t Stay Here
I became used to telling people about the bridges I burned, but that’s not quite right.
Calvin, Redacted
Nearly all sound consists of God and dew.
The Politics of Coaching Youth Sports
And so I watched the first game, where we lost spectacularly with a score of 10-0.
Lichen and Synths: A Sliver of Trans History
But I’m writing about both, even if they are only connected by gender, because I want you to know them.
Not Your Typical Relationship Audit
I started to wonder if it was wise to trust and admire so many people I didn’t truly know.
Back to the Mountain
That’s how I felt, at 10 p.m. on a Sunday night, in a town that you may never visit—with my stethoscope around my neck, gloves on my hands, and ski boots on my feet.
