Easter is the biggest day on the church-going calendar and for many, a pastel-colored morning which serves as their annual check-in to make sure nothing in the Bible has changed since they heard it a year ago. Those people usually sit somewhere near the back of the room so they aren’t close enough to catch …
I try to see movies on the weekend they’re released. If I don’t see them when they’re at the front of my mind, real life tends to get in the way and by the time I’m able to get back around to seeing them, they’ve already left the theaters. As such, when I woke up …
In the year 2000, there wasn’t much in life I loved more than award shows. Not much has changed since then, but the 1999 Video Music Awards marked a pronounced shift in my pop culture trajectory. I hadn’t stopped talking about the show for months and I re-watched it endlessly on my VHS recording. I …
I’m not a good flyer. I’m too tall and too broad and the only way flying is comfortable is if I’m on an exit row or seated in First Class—something I’ve been able to swing only once. It was a last minute flight and for some reason, the First Class ticket price and the back-of-the-plane-where-the-turbulence-will-make-you-queasy …
I think the term “growing up” should be amended to “growing in” or “growing out.” “Growing up,” as I understand it, is a physical reference to people as if we’re trees. We begin as a fleshy sapling and over time, earn our rings and sprout upward—some higher than others. At a certain point, we’ve branched …
Ryan Brinson 