Ekphrasis | An Advent Reflection
Perhaps answers come in the weight. Listen, lean in, linger. There is something here in this suspended scribble.
Perhaps answers come in the weight. Listen, lean in, linger. There is something here in this suspended scribble.
This year, I’ve been in a kind of retrograde. I’m moving forward, but in some ways, it can appear like I’m moving backward.
Stefon, I’m genuinely afraid to ask, but what is a human vending machine?
My little bubble of relationships and routines exists for me to serve it with compassion, not for me to overlook it because something more interesting is on the horizon.
Still, having experienced it myself now, I can sympathize with the twinge I’m about to give my many well-meaning English teachers when I divulge this next bit of information.
I’m not totally clear on the distinction between Great Britain, the United Kingdom, and the British Isles.
I wish the employees at the restaurants I frequent would pretend they’ve never seen me before.
The story has been told, but the rest of us are still here: waiting in the middle of the narrative, confronted with Herod’s uncomfortable realization: we aren’t enough.
The scale runs from zero to five cheeses, with five cheeses reigning supreme for the lamest pick up lines and most predictable plots. Warning: contains spoilers.
What are your goals for the coming year? How can your manager support you in meeting these goals?
In a world where fame and infamy
are two sides of the same coin,
who gets to leave a legacy, anyway?