The word kind is older than the feeling. Before it meant warmth, before it became the thing people ask you…
Pulitzer-winning journalist Katherine Anne Porter once wrote: There seems to be a kind of order in the universe…in the movement…
I don’t know how to hide my emotions. Never have.
We live to understand ourselves. Or at least, we try to. That is the great, unfinished project of being human,…
I have known for a long time that I should sit down and watch The Chosen.
Maybe I hate myself. Or maybe it’s not hate, exactly. Maybe it’s doubt dressed up as self-loathing. Maybe it’s a…
I became born again out of fear.
I’ve never broken a bone. I have never had the pleasure, if you can even call it that, of that…
We all remember the fairy tales that first introduced us to reading. There was always that one book, that one…
Look up in the sky! It’s a bird, it’s a plane! No, it’s Superman!