Wicked or Weakness
I don’t know. Two albums that have ripped my heart open, made me cry, left me at a loss for words. I think that’s transcendent.
Spring Break 2005: Chillermania
“Chillermania,” I whispered to myself with reverence. “The World Headquarters.” My heart leapt with excitement.
Billboards & Bumper Stickers
This is where we are. The reduction of a decades-long debate with life-changing ramifications to a billboard. Or a bumper sticker. Or a sound bite.
Boersma Girls Backpack: An Experiment in Photojournalism
Gollums in caves. Rolled down Smartwools. Disposable camera flash. #SB2k13.
Loving A Man Called Ove: A Book Review
Like many a literary grouch before him, Ove’s icy winter of life thaws before his final curtain.
Earn Your Dawn
Comfort is a much needed salve, and respite for the parched and thirsty, but it’s good to remember we can also drown.
Four Easters and a Funeral
Christmas is always the musk of dusty angel robes and glow of Christmas tree lights on the hardwood floor. Easter, however, is rarely the same twice.
As We Go On, We Remember
I didn’t cry at this graduation, like I did all those years ago on the stage of my elementary school, but I would cry later.
A Name is a Name is a Name (?)
I’ve found that the mundanities of teaching quickly and quietly bleed a name of its import.
Next Episode, Please: Season 3
As readers might recall from Season 1 and Season 2, I’d allowed podcasts to become a steady burble of background noise flowing through my waking, non-working hours.
