Sabbath
In the space of just a few steps along this sidewalk, the whole of New York seemingly faded away, while this courtyard remained set apart, consecrated, holy.
Cooked
For I, dear reader, have a confession: I never learned to cook. Or bake, or grill, or fry. Like not ever. Like not at all.
Bringing Vince Carter to Church
This tension comes from the American obsession with performance. The public wants an aging athlete to keep playing, but only if they can still perform.
Work It, Don’t Twerk It
This month, I celebrated my one-year anniversary of post-education employment. By “celebrated” I mean I told the dentist that I’d been at my job for a year now and then he gave me some free floss.
How I Plan on Surviving Graduate School
A month into graduate school, I have decided that I need a pep-talk from myself. Hopefully, this is either amusing or helpful to others.
Holy Matrimony, Batman!
I’ve been to thirty-three weddings and counting.
I Must’ve Skipped a Step
Did I miss something when I grew up? Was there some native knowledge dancing on the polleny wind that somehow blew past me (because I was inside with a stack of library books)?
Questions, Answers, and Reasons
The importance of questions and reasons (beyond answers) was emphasized to me recently by reading two poetic works respectively about Thomas Becket and Thomas Cranmer.
A Lost Art?
So that’s why I want to write more letters. In fact, I think everyone should, at the very least so that Norton Anthologies will continue to publish authors’ handwritten correspondence well into the future.
Small Talk
small talk greatly ups the chance that I will be asked the following dreaded question: “Do you have any siblings?”—or one of the many variations this question can take.
