A Grumpy Midwestern Feminist’s Dream Wedding
I’ve caught a bit of wedding fever. I talk a good game about not getting caught up in that sort of thing, but truthfully, that is a hot load of shit. I frickin’ love weddings.
The Joy of Pomegranates
I had opened up the pomegranates in the first place for the deep red, and dropped the sparkling contents onto a bed of mango and blueberries and lime.
Now Entering Grant County, Indiana
It can exist in its difficulty without any dressing up and still be deserving of love.
What Would Just Immigration Policy Look Like?
The solution to undocumented labor is not the deportation of laborers—it is their documentation.
This is Wrong: Teaching in the Age of School Shootings
Saint John once wrote that perfect love casts out fear. I beg to differ.
Questions, Painful Questions
The sheer novelty of the experience evoked a feeling of shock, as well as a slight blush. Perhaps there was something to this “feeling pretty” thing after all.
Dignity
We are incessantly inundated with tips, narratives, and guidelines for how to be sexy.
Hole Intimacy
We’re made to want things, to feel a deep burning ache, to pine. It’s innate to being human. We long for intimacy and connection, for a place and a people where we find peace.
Sundays Are for the Boys
With strength in numbers, Cadets was wildly successful at my church. And then there was our paltry GEMS organization.
Hello Again
The story tells us that when God sees Adam’s loneliness, he decides to create another creature, but not an equal.
