A Game of Croquet
Jessica, meanwhile, cut against the interpretive grain. She saw in Stephen’s lurching movements, his silent fury, his body at war with itself, something that looked like her.
Postcards from England
Dear Reader, I’m writing to you from my bathrobe. In a window seat. In a castle. In England.
The Psalmic Patience of Chance the Rapper’s ‘Blessings’
But the author of the Vespasian Psalter and his fellow blessing traditionalists needn’t despair. If blessings could jump the shark on the heels of one rapper, could they possibly be redeemed by another?
The Coffee Chronicles
Because once you’ve been compared to mayonnaise, things can only get better.
Plain
I was not just leaving behind a friend, but someone who loves the parts of me I don’t. Sometimes adulthood just feels like a dawn of frequent partings.
I Don’t Wanna Pray
I don’t pray anymore. I feel like I should want to, but I don’t. I bow my head in church and before meals, but those are more habits than prayers.
Go Forth
A lot of commercials lately seem to be taking on social issues, and I think it’s important for us to see our world through the lens of an advertiser.
I Am Donald Trump
Entitled. Selfish. Hostile. Angry. Fearful.
What Happens When You Leave?
Strangers think it’s “cool” that I lived there, which, whatever it means, isn’t true. It was something else entirely.
Cannibal of GR
The story goes, that a girl was traveling abroad… either that or she was in Grand Rapids… or Boston or Austin or Mauston. Which is in Wisconsin… anyways, minor details…
