When You Became a Toddler
You became a toddler during the pandemic.
Could be Louder, Could be Clearer
For years I had found my most vivid and intimate joy through sound.
Jammed
I did not need thyme. Or brown sugar. Or the lime.
Jesus and John Piper: The Radicalization of a Research Assistant
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
Seven years later, I am now in Grand Rapids again, which is a kind of beautiful, full-circle moment.
Brainrot: Screenwriting as Literature
For the novel to improve, for ink-and-paper storytelling to stay relevant, for literature to tell today’s stories to today’s audience, it must learn from the work of screenwriters
Nizhoni
The house is, by nature, transient.
An Inheritance of Names, Power, and Fabric
But now, in the morning as I dress, I am enthralled by all the stories I carry on me and within me.
Creation
And yet, even there, in that peaceful place, my brow furrowed with unrest.
Seasonal Attention
Under the Madison Street bridge, the tree that grows sideways suddenly popped flowers that smelled like corn tortillas.
