Repurposing Gravestones
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.
Stumping for Calvin
If nothing else then, the Illinois Regional College Fair confirmed for me what I already knew: I would make a terrible salesperson.
Harvey Weinstein and Strategic Sexual Assault
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.
Protest and the Church
The first thing is that protest has a clear place in church tradition. The scriptures and church history testify to it.
On Conquering Fears
I am irrationally afraid of concrete horrors, like clowns and spiders and people impersonating Talking Elmo, but those veins of fear are hardly the heart of the matter.
All The World A Burden
After listening my alarm blare for five, ten, or twenty bleary minutes, I started to admire whoever designed the heinous tone.
Liner Notes with Abby
There are certain artists you just have to listen to at particular times of year.
Practical Advice for the Cursed
1. Be the curse. There is an admirable and horrifying impulse in the human heart to pretend that life is okay when it is not.
Autumnal
I learned to love the fall, to really love it, at the foothills of the French Alps, in October, two months after my friend drowned in Lake Michigan.
Still Hungry
Lamb and lentils, red wine, pumpkin thing, red wine, red wine, cracker with stuff on it, red wine, sake. We stopped at Anna’s for a burrito, because no matter how good the food is, you always get hungry again.
