The Kavanaugh hearings made me dangerously depressed. Everything went grey, like my head had filled with coal smoke. Polluted times, breath shallow and unproductive, no sea, no mountaintops, all low. Walking brick sidewalks, lumpy, getting books from the library, slick library covers sliding against each other. Walking under bright orange leaves before blue sky. Carrying […]
Read More November to DecemberIt’s ironic because, of course, all the original Christians were poor as dirt. It should be easy! The founder kept saying things about how it was good to be poor, but in a nice way, not like, “Isn’t it great to wonder if you should get cereal at the grocery store because cereal is expensive?” […]
Read More How to Be A Poor ChristianWhen I began teaching college students, I realized: this is what it’s like to be a man. I was a woman, and now I’m a man. All right: this is what it’s like to do work that has historically been done by people of privilege (teach college) instead of by women (teaching people younger than […]
Read More Make A Man Out of YouI have always lived at the top of a hill. Here I live not at the bottom, exactly, but quite a ways down. Where the town is. The climb to the top, where the university sits purposefully poetic, is three short blocks at a steep angle, on concrete, and then brick, sidewalk. It rains and […]
Read More Two Weeks a Scholar
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