December 8, 2019

I love musicals. It’s endearing to me, the way a character can take time to process something with music and poetry differently than if the character were just speaking. I understand that sometimes it can be jarring to have a character suddenly be singing; it can be hard, as a viewer, to maintain the suspension of disbelief when seemingly out of no...

April 28, 2018

I’m sitting at the dining room table on chairs that I just assembled in my first apartment. I’ve been living alone for a week and a half.

I wanted to take this moment during this time to take stock of where I am and this moment in life. Some things haven’t changed. I still think about being in love. [1] I still love the same kinds of people and by t...

December 27, 2017

Mercury is in retrograde. At least for another few hours. Retrograde, in this context, describes a type of motion that occurs between planets. It is an illusion observable (to Earthlings) when one planet is moving at a different speed of orbit than Earth, so that when Earth passes that planet, that planet appears to be orbiting backward. Heavenly b...

June 19, 2017

In her book, A Brief History of Myth, Karen Armstrong discusses the prevalence of myth-making through time as a way that humans have reconciled certain realities and mysteries of life. She claims that humans are animals that rely on stories to explain the way things are. According to Armstrong, myths aren’t mere fairy tales or ancient legends that...

June 18, 2017

I wanted to keep packing, but everyone else was hungry and bored so they came to pick me up. We went to the Texas Roadhouse on 28th Street at 5:45 p.m. Jon wanted steak. In the waiting area, they have a window to the kitchen and below the window is a display case with a number of shelves, each displaying a few selections from each cut of beef that...

May 9, 2017

It was November sixteenth but the tree, lights, and other decorations were already setup at the funeral home. My grandfather had died of lung cancer five days earlier. I was nine.

At the visitation, I stood in the corner facing the tree, my back to everything else. I was afraid to see the body in the casket. My mother, in the middle of the room, was...

January 14, 2017

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
 Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
 Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
 Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

This past Sunday, as I sat in church and the offering basket was passed from row to row, the pianist played “Be Thou My Vision” softly, instrumental. As I listened, humming to my...

December 6, 2016

Mom rang the dinner bell at six o’clock. We took our places as she put the last, hottest dish in the middle of the table. She sat down, bowed her head, closed her eyes, and stretched out her hands. She was waiting for us to join her in prayer, but she was not waiting for Dad.

“Heavenly Father,” — she began, with a deep breath — “we thank you for –”

D...

November 9, 2016

The red candidate

I attended a rally for the republican candidate for president on Monday, October 31 in Grand Rapids, Michigan. The rally was held at Delta Plex, a small basketball arena. I went with one of my best friends. We had both cast our votes already. We were surprised that the celebrity candidate had come to Grand Rapids, a relatively smal...

October 30, 2016

When Beyoncé’s Lemonade dropped earlier this year, speculation over the health and future of Beyoncé and Jay-Z’s marriage percolated in pop culture, threatening to overflow. The album is frank about marriage infidelity, jealousy (or craziness), and independence. It is bold to give anger a chance to breathe. Yet, what many immediate reactions missed...

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