Yes
You’re not supposed to say yes to everything these days. I know.
There Are Robots At the Gym
Inside these walls, we aren’t robots.
Inside these walls, we are artists.
Rock’s New Resistance
The reasons for rock’s indifference towards indie’s old hegemony are several.
Embodied, Pt. I
Bodies fail our expectations; that is what it is to be embodied.
Applying to Grad School: A Spiritual Practice in Seven Emails
Dear Supportive Friends, Middle School English Teachers, and Madcap Coffee:
Fourteen Going on Thirty
Anyway we walk quickly because it’s cold and I say, “I’m thirty!” but I’m also fourteen and twenty-one and making all those mistakes.
Little Women, Bieber, and Thou
As Smith, Buber, and Gerwig remind me, we cannot be fully actualized people to everyone we meet
Generating… Poetry for this Place
Another holiday, another rustling through my luggage of words to find poignant answers for the question.
Waiting in the Dark
This is the grace of God: that in our darkest grief and our most motionless despondency, He continues to move.
It Won’t Make Sense Right Now
As the instruments strain and build, the chorus is repeated again and again, and her intimate scene-setting folds into a recollection.
