Religious Not Crazy
The musty smell of those stairwells matters to me in a way that the bare truth of Evangelical forms of craziness never could.
Crocuses
Still, I’ve never felt the same level of attachment in any of these places that I’ve felt in Romania. When I step off of the plane in that country, it feels like I’ve come home.
Beginning
I don’t know a lot about war, but I know that you can’t jump into a battle if you are unprepared to finish. It’s the same with writing and working and everything that matter—if it matters, you finish.
Manly Tears
I didn’t out and out start crying, but I teared up as I lifted her to my shoulder. And I held her so close. And I had never been happier as a dad.
Spring in Brooklyn (for the Twentysomethings)
We believe in the solstice spirit
the holy Prospect Park
the fellowship of friends
the prayers of all people
the rotation of the earth
and the light everlasting.
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.
