It’s been a while since I’ve people-watched on Ninth Avenue. I used to do so quite often, spending long nights sitting by the window of our favorite bar, talking with friends and watching strangers as they passed by. This week, with an excuse to remain in midtown until the start of a concert for which […]Read more "My Date Night With New York"
Rachel Held Evans is someone I never met. I never had any correspondence with her and we weren’t pen pals or even Twitter friends. But I knew her. I knew her through her books; books which one-by-one, shifted the makeup of my understanding and expanded the scope of my faith. Today, she left us. Of […]Read more "Rachel Held Evans: Life Changer"
I don’t handle death well. Not that I have too much experience with it, but the few times I’ve been forced to face it, I don’t feel like I’ve processed it all that well. I was never clued in on how I was supposed to grieve. This whole “human experience” thing should really come with […]Read more "“That’s when you shoplifted.”"
Do I unfollow someone who has died? It’s an odd question but it’s something I’ve been thinking about. Among the byproducts of this digital age where social media is as ubiquitous as air or water are the dormant accounts left behind by those who’ve passed. They serve as epitaphs of sorts; logs of lives wherein […]Read more "Do I Unfollow Someone Who Has Died?"
This year has been a year. So much can and does change in 12 months. There are the big, routine-disrupting changes such as adopting a dog (I did that this year, his name is Joey, and he’s now my best friend and I like him more than I like most humans) or changing jobs (I […]Read more "Ending Well"
My ability to move to New York hinged on securing an internship, which I did at the eleventh hour. I found a marketing internship at an off-off Broadway theatre known for fostering new work, something I was very interested in. Also, it allowed me to live in the city I loved while looking for a […]Read more "The Best Answer I’ve Ever Heard"
Toilet-papering was a rite of passage for my generation; more a matter-of-fact part of childhood than a taboo act perpetuated by delinquents. It was basically expected that we, as teenagers, would pillage the bathroom cabinets of our homes to gather as much toilet paper as we could before sneaking out in the middle of the […]Read more "Surviving our Night in the Park"