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Disconnect
We didn’t have internet in our house until I was in high school. I have no idea how we learned stuff, or where our music came from, or how we knew how to cook vegan butternut squash soup. Paper, I...
Confessions of a Reluctant Writer
I stopped being vulnerable about faith a long time ago. I still write things that are true and real and come from a deep part of me but it doesn’t really feel risky anymore. I’ve said “fuck christianity” and “nothing...
for Keenan, if you find this
Yesterday when I picked you up from school you said to me: “Today we got to do whatever we want to in school. Guess what I did?” I guessed that you made music on an iPad, because I know how...
Why I Say Swear Words at Church Sometimes
“You’re not as special as you think you are.” That’s what Dave told me a few weeks ago. Up until that point, I thought I was pretty special. I thought I was special because I feel dead inside almost every...
I May As Well Start Here
I may as well start here. It’s close enough to the beginning of a new year to start a new thing, or — as in this case — to restart an old thing. Once upon a time (half a decade...
Lament for the Slave Girl in Pharaoh’s House
[cw: rape] “Thus says the Lord: About midnight I will go out in the midst of Egypt, and every firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of Pharaoh who sits on his throne, even to...
A Review of Trader Joe’s (Shoreview, MN)
I normally am not one to review grocery stores, but I took a funny picture of a non-sequiturical avocado sign there a few days ago (“great for birthday parties!”) and tagged it and now Facebook is all aggressive like “HEY...
The God Who Doubts
“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth…” And I wonder if, after he sat down at an ancient typewriter and composed the opening line of his own biography, god was seized with the voice of self doubt...
Ten Minutes in Starbucks
I’m in a Starbucks on the north edge of Minneapolis and I have about ten minutes until I have to leave to pick up the kids from the last day of summer daycamp. Instead of refreshing Twitter in hopes of...
The Last Day of July
I am surrounded by gremlins with good hearts and under-developed brains. This is what I tell myself as I collapse into our big yellow armchair (IKEA STRADMON) and survey the wreckage of an ordinary summer day in a house with...