What the Dead Ask
After seven years, I found myself back in the heart of the Midwest last
December, battling the daily ruthlessness of winter. I had somehow forgotten how
the sky would turn pitch black by
Humanity
Was John Adams a Vain Little Man?
In an attempt to come alongside my daughter’s schoolwork, I have been reading
Robert Middlekauff’s The Glorious Cause, a survey of the American Revolution
published in the Oxford History of the
The Woman In The 24-Hour Market Sweater
I met Whitney the way I wanted to meet a man. I was sitting at a bar in Seattle,
reading Roxane Gay’s Bad Feminist, and waiting for a literary open mic to
The He(art) of Worship
When I walk into the floor-level seating section of the Wellmont Theatre, the
first thing that hits me is the sound. It rises like a wave that crests,
crescendos, and recedes, beckoning me
Searching for the Divine in Djibouti
From my Cooperant neighborhood, I biked north, to Heron, on a hot Friday
afternoon in September. The heat index was 113 degrees Fahrenheit. I carried a
backpack with two water bags inside, and,