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.
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.
When I walk through the blue door, now it feels like a home—my home.
Recently, I have been asked more and more to pray outside of the rooms of patients who are very sick with the coronavirus.
I used to think “living deliberately” meant doing crazy things, making wild memories.
I have not felt my sharpest lately, which surely has a lot to do with *gestures broadly* all this.
The cats were all female for their presumed docility in the stressful endeavor of flying into space.
A Deer’s Cry therefore asks us to reconsider our assumptions about divine help and protection.
I don’t want to be the kind of camp counselor who is raising a new generation of middle schoolers who have 786 pins on their wedding board on Pinterest.
Oftentimes, when I think about the amount of my life that I’ve spent playing video games, I cringe.
But what most makes John Lewis one of my founding fathers is his lifelong rootedness in love.