Violence and Choice in Dishonored
Now, I’m not going to pretend that how one chooses to play a video game necessarily says anything meaningful about their personal moral character.
Dying of Thirst
I try and roll out of the fetal position and into some semblance of a standing straight-back stretch, but I can’t hold the stretch for long though, because like I said, I am dying of thirst.
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.
A Eulogy for My Grandfather
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.
Vocation and Valyrian Steel
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.
8 Reasons Why I’m Glad I’m Not Published
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.
A Frost-y Weekend
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.
Namaste…Maybe
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.”
Valentine’s Birthday
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.
Hymns and Church and Me
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.
