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 …
“Watch the goat!” my friend Ally screamed as we came around the bend. We were riding the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad at Disneyland and at a specific bend in the track, there’s an animatronic goat with a stick of dynamite in his mouth. Lore among Disney-People says if you focus your eyes on the goat …
For the past few months, I’ve been battling a sneaky depression that’s been playing hide-and-seek in my consciousness. It’s popped up on its own accord and despite my best attempts at playing whack-a-mole to send it back from whence it came, it just doesn’t work that way. The first time I really recognized what depression …
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Ryan Brinson 