Fragments, Detritus, and Half-Scribbled Thoughts
I have so many half-baked ideas rattling around in my brain, interesting websites bookmarked for inspiration, words and sentences hastily scrawled on Post-It Notes.
Instructions for Living an Untimed Life
Mostly, I pace. While I pace, I think about what I’ll make for dinner. I think about the fact that I’ll have time to make dinner because we test again tomorrow so that means no lesson planning.
Crotchpot
I recently discovered the healthy, frugal, “have my shit together” magic known as a crockpot, specifically, a brown-and-tan, floral relic from my parents’ wedding that in a roundabout Oedipal way, led to the traumatization of my penis.
Spring Cleaning
I would even go so far as to say that tidying, a good spring cleaning that freshens any staleness that has settled in over a long winter, can be a spiritual practice.
Welcome to the 1-800-HEAVEN Hotline
For Christianity, press one. For Judaism, press two. For Islam, press three. For Atheism, please hang up and try again.
The Trouble with Communion
So I understand the benefits of the simple, unfussy communion of my childhood. It’s much neater, less ripe with possibilities for awkwardness.
Cheering on a Long-Distance Runner
Every spring, Notre Dame holds a half-marathon called (surprise, surprise) “The Holy Half.”
Something-American
Here I’m asked to explain it: why we talk so loudly, why we dress so sloppy, why we elected Donald Trump.
Life in a Series of Starts and Stops
The pattern of post-grad life has few intuitive goals. The to-do list is not made for you; life seems more intrinsically aimless.
Kiss and Tell
The friends who kissed early were given the eyebrows at youth group and the girls who hadn’t kissed by college were insecure.
