Some of those words are words we already know: I’m sorry. I love you. You are welcome here. Here’s some dinner. I’m here for you.

Beyond questions of historical accuracy, the narrative seems to offer up an elusive promise of linear progress. The ride cars climb up higher and higher,

I kept finding myself drawn back in time to these Christian saints living before our modern categories of chronic illness and disability.

Tomorrow evening is the longest night of the year, the winter solstice.

I can’t help but ask, is thinking about wonder a luxury in a world that is burning?

I turned thirty this summer, and when people asked me what I was excited for this decade, I kept responding, “I’m excited to stop packing