Winter Blessing
May you warm your body under thick blankets, your hands by radiators, your feet in old slippers.
Coming Out Ruined Christmas Eve
I remind myself that no one is watching me, probably. Nobody is passing judgement on Christmas Eve.
Sorry, Goodreads: Rethinking Reading Challenges
I’ve made a list of twenty authors—twelve who wrote after 1900 and eight from the centuries before—whose work I’m going to limit myself to.
I’m Passionate about the Bridges in Taylor Swift Breakup Songs
I recently tried to explain heartbreak to someone who has never had their heart broken. It didn’t go well.
Offerings and Exaltations
Sadness is that way: temporal. Each encounter comes with a demand singular to the day of its arrival: here is a powerful feeling, attend to it, reconcile its nature with yours.
Politics as Usual…feat. Chance the Rapper
The word alderman has Anglo-Saxon origins: a noble (serving the king) as ruler of a local district. Quite literally it means “old man.”
Let It Snow
In other words, despite my litany of previous posts to the contrary, Advent may yet find me sneaking into back-row pews and singing “O Come, O Come Emmanuel.”
A Guide to Killing All of Your Plants, Maliciously, During the Christmas Season
Notice one morning that your orchid is starting to look strained. Pick up the fallen petals. Water it, but know that this, like a leprous spot, is a sign of the beginning of the end, and that from now on, water will merely prolong the inevitable.
So Here’s A Recital
This song has always felt so dumb to me even before its Extreme Makeover Bieber Edition. It’s historical fanfiction undercut by that insufferable “pah rum pah pum pum.”
Questions and Answers about the Migrant Caravan
It is not a partisan statement to say that the U.S. immigration system is broken.
