A Review of the Books in My Closet I Can’t Get Rid of But Will Never Read
If the title is in a sans-serif font with one word per line on the front cover, you know it must be good.
The Once and Future Writing
This is where greatness begins, should we choose it.
Spain, 1936-1975
For thousands living abroad or in Spain, wondering and waiting, the years dragged on and on.
Run Boy Run: Reflections on Personal Evolution
I started being an English teacher abroad, then I stopped. Then I started being a nuclear electrician’s mate, then I stopped. I started being a butch lesbian, then I stopped.
One Year in 23S
When I walk through the blue door, now it feels like a home—my home.
Inside the Lines
Recently, I have been asked more and more to pray outside of the rooms of patients who are very sick with the coronavirus.
Living Deliberately
I used to think “living deliberately” meant doing crazy things, making wild memories.
Clarity
I have not felt my sharpest lately, which surely has a lot to do with *gestures broadly* all this.
Félicette
The cats were all female for their presumed docility in the stressful endeavor of flying into space.
Arvo Pärt’s Musical Breastplate
A Deer’s Cry therefore asks us to reconsider our assumptions about divine help and protection.
