Nonfiction

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...