Twenty-nine
So Happy Birthday, Kendahl, and cheers to twenty-nine. This year is going to be the best one yet.
Dr. Gladwell, or: How I Learned to Stop Envying and Love the Story
Storytime with Dr. Gladwell was the highlight of every other Monday and among the most formational aspects of my early education.
A Pre– and Post–Election Day Prayer
Thank you that this country is a democracy and that the universe is not.
On Not Doing All the Cooking
“Good morning! There are pancakes!”
Our Fragile Democracy
In the 15 years since electronic voting machines were first adopted by many states, numerous reports by computer scientists have shown nearly every make and model to be vulnerable to hacking.
Sacred Spaces: Some Distinctly Un-data-driven Conclusions
Seeing chipped stained glass and other signs of disrepair was dismaying, but it also renewed my appreciation of how church architecture brings grandeur into public space.
An Apostate’s Epistle, Vol. II
Well, we both know how that worked out in the end, and suffice it to say that both of us know that I am never going back, except for with my family on Christmas and Easter. Apostate as I may be, I am not a bad daughter.
Toothache
Mom made fajitas for dinner that night. I’ve never been so aware of the texture and toughness of food—I kept trying to gum it down, stubborn, spitting it out in the napkin, going again.
Who’s Entitled to Blueberry Muffins?
Let’s start in a coffee shop where a middle aged woman has just been told that there are no more blueberry muffins. She reacts badly.
Fortitude
Then MOses set OUT with JOSHua his AIDE. And MOses went UP the MOUNtain of GOD.
