Medium Friends
In comparison, it feels trivial to call today’s friends close when every time we hang out has to be planned two to five business days in advance.
Dead Baby Seagull
Claire paid no mind to the splotchy coloring and large, hooked beak; to her, it was a duck.
Why I’m in Seminary: A Confession
Confessions prompt action, and if action isn’t taken, they’ve failed.
Lunch with Santa
Before long I was seated at his table, eating my breakfast burrito and listening to him ramble on about the local waterfalls, the crème brulée he likes to bake for the employees here, and his passion for the COVID-19 vaccination.
Unmoored
If we’re doing footprints in the sand, I’m wandering into the ocean.
Our Insecurities, As Told to Spotify
Maybe I need one of those “fragile contents” stickers you get when you buy plates online.
And That’s the Hard Part
I haven’t been well enough to take a trip with a friend in three years.
How the Cheese Used to Get Made
No one should do these things. They are not practical and, in some cases, pretty dangerous.
The Quotes That Didn’t Make It
I don’t know the first thing about farming, contracting, small business, politicking, etc. But they can’t all be right.
Sunday Morning Guilt
The “you belong here” welcome packets feel insufficient in the face of everything people walk in here carrying.
