It’s winter, finally. Late last week, just enough snow fell to crown every treetop, frame every building, and put white mustaches on car bumpers. I got to bundle up under five layers of clothing and go play frisbee on a field of ice while the freezing rain, glowing under the stadium lights, pelted my face. […]Read more "A Snowy Finale"
“Family.” Click. “The dog.” Click. “Excellent health in old age.” Click. “Funny movies.” Click. On and on the list goes. Every word is a slip of colored paper upon which an object of gratitude is written. Every click is a staple binding the slip into a chain of thanks. The Thanksgiving chain has been […]Read more "The Thanksgiving Chain"
Tonight I sat in a sauna for the first time, and I’m still trying to decide whether it was a terrible experience or a great one. Apparently, saunas were invented by the Finnish, though I’m not really sure why. I’m convinced they were originally intended as a form of torture, but some hardy prisoner bravely […]Read more "Sauna Survivor"
This week, I stepped back through the Wardrobe. It had been a long time since I’d been to Narnia—a few years, at least—but I was thrilled to finally be back. One of the chief perks of studying English at a Christian university is that it’s perfectly acceptable to read children’s literature. In fact, it’s a […]Read more "Revisiting Narnia"
This was a demanding week. While I don’t want to overstate its difficulty, I don’t want to undersell it, either. It was one of the most strenuous weeks I’ve ever had. Yet every day this week taught me something new. Sunday: I learned that spending time with those around me is worth the time […]Read more "Six Lessons Learned"
On Wednesday night I got to be a Starfleet officer and a giant moose. All things considered, it was a pretty standard evening. My church was hosting a Pumpkin Party (because heaven forbid we admit we’re celebrating the Holiday-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named) for the elementary school kids. Earlier that afternoon I received a text asking if I could […]Read more "If You Throw a Moose a Party…"
A small plastic photo stand on my desk holds a picture of my dog, Maple, to help me remember where home is. Inside the back of that frame, hidden from view, is a bright orange notecard with three lines of text scrawled in the cursive I used to champion in high school. “It is not with us […]Read more "Small Discontentments"