Silver Lining
I’d love to claim any of the righteous reasons I might use to defend the bus: environmentalism, patience, solidarity with my surroundings… but the truth is I just like it better.
I’d love to claim any of the righteous reasons I might use to defend the bus: environmentalism, patience, solidarity with my surroundings… but the truth is I just like it better.
How much do we love red? We crush rocks for it. We smash bugs for it.
My grandmother is slowly forgetting. Everything.
Jesus’s ambiguous (or else horribly inaccurate) ethnicity isn’t even my main problem with most of the ways Jesus is depicted in media. It’s that he’s often ridiculously and unbearably boring.
Like if I stand still for too long, I’ll melt into a little grief puddle.
Linguistics helps us rediscover the gift of language, a gift that we haven’t lost but have neglected to say thank you for.
Out of the corner of my eye, a grey bolt of lightning shot out from behind the gothic-style church on the corner across from North Quad.
Kobe Bryant was more than a basketball player; that much has never been in doubt.
myhappysnails.com had assured me: “There is no smell in the place where snails live in.”
Each week during the prayers of the people I make a mental inventory: do I know anyone who is ill? Anyone who is grieving? Anyone job-searching, traveling, celebrating?