The Green Room

The Shack was a terrible book, badly written, offering shallow comfort and questionable theology. I’m not optimistic that the movie (pre...

Aidan's birthday falls the day before Thanksgiving this year. He would have turned nineteen.  He'd be in the middle of his fres...

Please stop telling me how to feel. Stop telling me to calm down. Stop telling me to get over it. Don’t tell me to relax or to stop bei...

Dear Internet, Today's election day. It's also my birthday.  l was born on election day sixteen years ago. I've read enoug...

Hungry. Again. Sitting in the vending room at a flimsy metal table on a wobbly chair. The vending machines hum and whisper. Don’t ask me wh...