Thoughts on the Afterlife
In my imagination, heaven was an infinite, celestial hay maze.
In my imagination, heaven was an infinite, celestial hay maze.
While we were talking, your mom shouted from upstairs that we should go outside—there were northern lights showing.
7. Bring vocabulary cards on road trips and try to convince people that studying them will be, just, SUCH a fun game.
For a blog written by people between the ages of twenty-three and thirty circa 2017, it’s been a while since we’ve talked about podcasts.
My mom’s bread pudding is tried and true comfort food: warm, spongy mush flecked with cinnamon and sprinkled with raisins.
It was a costume that screamed, “No! I don’t want to join my friends in the haunted house with a crawlspace entrance, thank you very much!”
For years, I swear I knew the five stages of grief and what it felt like to come through to acceptance on the other side.
If nothing else then, the Illinois Regional College Fair confirmed for me what I already knew: I would make a terrible salesperson.
Who did he attack? Young women at the beginning of their careers—people over whom he had the most leverage and who had the least institutional recourse.
The first thing is that protest has a clear place in church tradition. The scriptures and church history testify to it.