It is my hope that we remember to use the breath we have in our lungs to speak up, to show mercy, and to act with love.
Eve is a bit like radium—taken from the father, who was taken from the earth. A byproduct. Twice derivative.
The act of donning this ridiculous suit enabled me to let go of the remaining hesitations I harbored about the questionable hot-weather hot-spring endeavor we had gotten ourselves into.
Being a terrifying nitrogen nerd is one of my brother’s very few failings, and in this case it turned out to be a great help.
Silicon is, I think, a good standard-bearer for the present, because it reminds us that the abstract and the concrete are always intertwined.
Lithium might have been a symbol of comfort and release to these artists, but it’s not without its drawbacks.
It was probably Jungle Jam and Friends which started another time-honored tradition of the Koning household: incessant quoting.
When you cook, you play with fire, and (sooner or later) you’ll be playing with carbon too.
If we breathe disbelief and dismissal into the faces of marginalized people who are gasping for air, we are denying them so much more than simple affirmation.
To perfectly capture the moment, the photo of my mom crossing the finish line includes me in the background, having lost the battle with my stomach and undoubtedly scarring fellow turkey-trotters for life.