This Is The Way; Walk In It
The world became bigger. I keep asking, where do I build my life? Around a job or career? Passions, in general? A girl? How much do you sacrifice for someone, and at what point?
Perfect Ten
Perfect Ten, but every time this person talks, a stream of bubbles comes out of his or her mouth. Perfect Ten, but everywhere he/she goes, there is a possum within ten feet.
Riding in Cars with Boys
When I am tired of taking public transportation, I walk home from work. I follow a narrow sidewalk for one mile along a busy highway. Lately, I have begun fantasizing about driving—not of going anywhere per say, but of the familiar smell of a red Ford Taurus, the...
I Do Not Delight In Sacrifice
I can’t lump the car crash victim with an accidental pain killer addiction into the same category as a heroin junkie who pawns stolen TVs and old women’s jewelry.
A Place for Imagination
I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that my faith has been saved by re-welcoming my imagination, integrating my creative and intellectual sides.
Nothing
At the same time, though, I couldn’t help but wonder if we both terrified each other.
A Novice’s Take on Fantasy Football
Given all of the intricacies of this brave new world, it’s somewhat surprising that I’m involved in (i.e., was even invited in the first place) a fantasy football league at all.
Standing Still
I have a confession: I love self-help books. It’s the subtitles that pull me in. Of course I want to let go of who I think I’m supposed to be and embrace who I am. I want to dare to live fully right where I am.
An Open Letter to People Who Write Open Letters
We are not going to solve Miley’s problems with open letters. It’s not our job to solve her problems either, since we actually know little about her.
Indie Rock Cannot Die
Allow me to offer a new definition for indie so perhaps we can better understand TV on the Radio, Spoon, Lorde and Haim: indie is not so much a sonic template as it is a word to describe a cultural economy.
