Blackberries: A Love Song
Blackberry ice cream is as holy as library reading logs or PVC swordfights.
Mutual Respect in the Streets
One Monday morning a couple weeks ago, a man did something I should have been prepared for.
Your Dirty Computer
Dirty Computer is more than a sixty-minute summer sex jam: it’s a celebration, a “fuck you,” and a challenge.
Year Three
Now we’re nearing the end of year three, and I’m happy to say that while we haven’t quite stopped having conflicts about the small things, we’ve at least stopped feeling ashamed about them.
On Grand Rapids’ Not-So-Rapid Bus—And Why I Love It
Riding the bus requires a release of control. The person using a wheelchair has the priority now; whatever my plans were, they can wait. We’re both riding the same bus, and we’ll get there when we get there.
The Billion-Dollar Business of Donated Clothes
I have a sinking suspicion that most issues work this way—they deeper we go, the more tangled we find ourselves, looking in vain for an exit.
Silver, and Gold, and Dross
“Golden Boy.” As gold is king among metals, so was he a paragon among humanity. Like a sun, he beamed a perfect smile, seemingly always happy. People basked in his radiance.
Teenagers
Teenagers, though, go right for the emotional jugular, draining self-esteem and confidence dry and leaving a husk of a defeated therapist.
What Lies Beneath: The Importance of Asking Why
The reason why people stop at what instead of asking why of the other is our tendency to oversimplify things, often out of sheer intellectual and moral laziness.
A Toast to “Things”
Here’s to people and their things. Here’s to not liking sports and to nose piercings, to back tattoos and bro tanks, to longboards, to reading the newspaper each morning with a cup of coffee.
