Have you ever been suspended in space and time, your body dissolved into the ether of the universe and your mind unlocked in the vastness of existence? No, not magic mushrooms. I’m talking about a saltwater float tank. The act of floating used to be billed as sensory deprivation. You’d step into a dark tank …
Today marks 40 days of living in my personal Ark in Harlem. I've been keeping a quarantine journal to document this weird time and this morning, I thought about Noah. I wrote about him in "Sunday School for Sinners & Saints" but today, I feel like Noah is me. And you. Perhaps this is what …
I’ve loved the Olympics for as long as I can remember. Whether it’s the Summer Games or the Winter, it’s astonishing to see people level-up to superhero status while executing incredible feats of strength or endurance or artistry; things regular folks like me could never do. The first Olympics I remember was when I was …
In seventh grade, I had an addiction. Many afternoons, I stayed after school to work on the yearbook and the newspaper. Our staff worked simultaneously on both and each month, our newspaper (a packet of regular paper stapled in the top left corner) was handed out in the hallways during lunch. We were each charged …
In Texas, swimming is as much as part of our lives as walking or driving. Especially during the summer months where the state turns into an oven more apropos for cooking slabs of meat than human habitation, we retreat en masse into the cool blue waters of overly-chlorinated pools. It’s simply too hot to do …
Ryan Brinson 