Nothing But Cheese
We got a dog.
We got a dog.
And I know this is a kids’ show. Gritty realism is not always necessary or cool.
I wonder if there is not a bit of wisdom in learning to control and interpret the metaphorical silences that intersperse our lives.
Working on an organic farm had sounded like a fun, enriching way to bridge the gap between the end of my sophomore year and the beginning of my summer job at Calvin.
I think my graveyard books may have slowly deepened by understanding of God.
I did not come out all at once.
I’ve derided this genre for too long. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.
I’d go as far as to argue that we crave fictions of the end.
I don’t know if this is an error per se, but it’s certainly a sin of omission.
Böll wrote prolifically about his city. I thought to turn to him for two thoughts about Cologne and what makes it distinct.