Peanut Butter Crackers
I trotted back to preschool to rejoin snacktime. I tore open my snack, took a bite…and stopped. I had never tasted something so vile and disgusting.
In Defense of Self-Love
The more I practice self-love, the more I come to believe in its power. The more I make time to love myself, the more energy I have to love others.
Homeless
Courtesy of a racist sixty-year-old neighbor still living with his mother; a virtually nonexistent housing inventory due in turn to Jeff Bezos, Mt. Rainier, and murky multifamily home regulations; the less-than-shining precedent set by other groups of male,...
For Whom the Chimes Toll
The one group I did join pretty quickly was the Guild of Chimers, which is possibly the lowest-commitment group on campus.
Nature Can Be A…
Sometimes there is nothing better than being outside; sometimes I would pay anything to escape.
The Real World
When we talk about the “real world,” we implicitly negate either our neighbor’s reality or our own. We fail to recognize that life is hard for everyone.
The Room
I won’t give away The Room’s plot (what little there is of one). I want to champion the film as an exemplar of side-splittingly cringe-worthy, schadenfreude-propelled group viewing.
Reading a Mystic
Benedictines read the psalms every day, and it’s through these outpourings of emotion that Norris finds a version of religion that resonates with her wordsmith identity
Focus
We pursue any available detour, texting, Snapchatting, Netflixing, to avoid the work of attention. It is slowly robbing us of joy, of that mysterious dimension.
The Middle World
The advance of modern science has also shaped our sensibilities in such a way that we don’t have room for mystery or a reality infused with another reality.
