Eighth Sunday After Pentecost, Year B
Michal loves David, and she is punished, over and over and over for it.
Callused
Time and friction.
Quarter-Century
I’ve lived for twenty-five years, but I think these last five have been my favorite.
Texts I Sent While Reading Little Rot
Something is wrong, but fixable. Surely these characters won’t break it further at every turn.
Rhapsody in Blue
Who knows what lurks in the catacombs of Spotify if you search “jazzy organ”?
A Jumble of Goodbyes
I’m leaving a familiar harbor for an unfamiliar sea.
“TY Letter Out Soon!”
At this point, it feels like I’m writing thank you notes out of obligation, like I had the equivalent of an internet wedding and instead of noting gifts given, I’m thanking them for playing a game with me for four hours.
On Freedom
I have only been told that I am free, but not what that is for.
You’re the Same Stuff as Stars
Sleeping on a sailboat in the middle of the work week is my fulfillment of that dream.
Songs Ranked By Utility
Points against: The only time you need to know the names of Santa’s reindeer is to sing this song.
