After Ezra Jack Keats and The Snowy Day
The call for diversity in children’s literature is based on the idea of windows and mirrors.
An Apostate’s Epistle
Grace and peace to you from me, just me. I don’t feel comfortable dragging Jesus into my well-wishing just yet.
I Earnestly Want To Talk About Sports With You But I Don’t Know How
I was explaining this to a friend once when he informed me that cheering—or jeering—at a crowd was all about group community. “We rise and fall together, we yell and cry together.”
A Love Letter to Chimes
Local journalism can disappear without so much as a cry these days, and typically with only halfhearted protestation by the community.
When the Church Fails to Talk About Consent
In church, there is no need for consent, because the rules are very simple. Before marriage, the answer to any question must always be no; after marriage, yes, always yes.
The Real You Like Poodle Prints
In the journey of trying to become what I’m not, I’ve been finding out that I am capable of more than I thought.
Já jsem cizinec, a nerozumím moc česky
Trying to teach myself a notoriously difficult language, not to mention how to be a FAMU-worthy filmmaker, honestly sounded easier than not knowing what I was good at.
I Once Ruined a Balcony in Ghana
But the day came when I felt like I was drowning in my own stories.
Beware of Dog
Before you plunge the pitchforks into my gut and toss the torches on my belongings, hear me out.
A Small Sound
An eerie fear creeps in, the kind that grows in stature the longer you don’t know where a sound is coming from. The longer you don’t know.
