The churches that speak out hatefully against gay people—as well as the churches who, smiling, offer the poisoned chalice of church community only at the cost of any possibility of lifelong romantic love—miss out incalculably.
We succeeded in passing our first day without any emotional crises. Success!
The trip was never just the photos.
If I’m only painting for me, I’m not painting at all.
Her expression tightened as she said, “At least you had a couple friends in the city.”
Over a decade ago on a family trip, my aunt taught me to take close-up photos through Queen Anne’s lace and other wildflowers.
Lay your stone at the Cruz de Ferro next to the stone with someone’s Instagram handle.
From our post, we could see the full big screen and hear the entire concert. Were we standing in a tree and getting hit in the face with branches? Absolutely.
The same evils that produced Voldemort and the Death Eaters are not bugs in the magical world—they are systemic features
I pulled my legs into a criss-cross-applesauce position to us both exploding at the sight of each other’s knee beards.
