Future Lust
Remember: you have more time to do the things you want to do than you might think.
Terrible, Wonderful Love
Never had I been overcome with such a surge of euphoria accompanied by petrifying fear and grief.
Newer Normal
The new tyranny of everything-at-once feels like a distant dystopia, and the sky looks a different color, and there’s another new, another normal.
I Took the Cedar-Strip Canoe Down the Most Remote River in Michigan… in the Winter
Getting into the river was a comically tedious process. Everything was covered in a foot of snow, and the banks were mostly iced-over.
Everything Depends on Not Squishing Spiders
I believe every crushed spider, on some level, represents a failure to respect and love the world we’ve been given.
Regarding Remembrance
And, on that Sunday, George remembered.
Tax Season, Toil, and the Non-triumph of Work: A Meditation on Ecclesiastes
What has a man from all the toil and striving of heart with which he toils beneath the sun? For all his days are full of sorrow, and his work is a vexation.
The Society of an Onion
Last week, I spent an hour and nineteen minutes with an onion. Inspired by Robert Capon’s twenty-two-page chapter on the theological implications of mindful onion contemplation, I came prepared for a reflective and mystical experience.
The Great Tassel Shaft
I want the noble purpose of an educator without having to put in the hours. I want to retain a teacher’s saintly glow without having to fight for the daily miracles.
The Pen is Just as Mighty
No algorithm is going to teach mandated reporters that white families are just as dangerous as other families.
