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.
The Ups and Downs of Making London My Home
If you had told thirteen-year-old Helen that in ten years she would be living in England, let alone London, I think she might have fainted in disbelief.
When We Made Mistakes… We Moved On
Why did she share her mistakes with us? Wasn’t she afraid how we might perceive her after learning about her mistakes?
Don René
He did not use grand showmanship or elaborate displays. He used simple, humble, everyday love.
Coffee With a Shot of Anonymity
One morning, after she filled my mug with coffee, and I had paid for the privilege of drinking it, she started a conversation.
Confessions of a Season Purist
I’ll admit it’s more of a mindset than a meteorological observation, but if you’re a winter-hater, might it be better in the long run to hang on to fall as long as you can?
Heaven, Like Mario Kart
The trouble was, though, that when I tried to imagine the stream of gold going on forever, my head would begin to thrum.
