An Unexpected Response to “Pro-choice at Calvin”
If Chimes were to print only Synod-sanctioned journalism, it would have become merely propaganda. That’s not what we want for our students.
If Chimes were to print only Synod-sanctioned journalism, it would have become merely propaganda. That’s not what we want for our students.
I miss listening to those stories. Still, I will never again hear him begin a tale with, “Did I ever tell you about…?” Yes, Grandpa, you did. But tell me again.
Imagine every other story you’ve ever loved. Imagine reading Harry Potter with the certainty that somebody’s going to Avada Kedavra the kid any page now.
Eight years ago yesterday, I announced I was a novel writer. So February 22 is Decision to Write Day, and I bust out the cake.
We climb on nature’s back to build a heavenly Babel, but it is nature that sets us back on earth, where we were created, where we belong.
A few poses after my micro-revelation, the yoga instructor said something similar. “We need to be comfortable in the uncomfortable, in yoga and in life.”
I tried to embrace my birthday by liking all heart-decorated things, making these symbolic of myself. I had a belt that was made of heart-shaped links. Things like that.
I stopped resenting hymns about the same time I decided in my heart to be a history minor. When I started studying the past, I quickly developed an involuntary joy in feeling connected to that past.
“Oh, you play fantasy football with your husband? That’s so cute!” It is not cute. It’s competitive and occasionally slightly unhealthy for our marriage.
Skaters face skull-cracking ice and flying metal blades; lugers zoom at 80 miles per hour. Hockey players lose teeth, skiers blow out knees.