Hey Christians, I’ve Got a Bone to Pick with Your Facebook Rants

Lorde’s hit song, Tennis Court, contains a lyric that captivates me. “It’s a new art form, showing people how little we care.” Part of me wonders if she wrote that after scrolling through her Facebook newsfeed on a midweek afternoon. She probably didn’t. But that lyric perfectly illustrates one ugly, uncomfortable truth: you and I … Continue reading Hey Christians, I’ve Got a Bone to Pick with Your Facebook Rants

Shelter seeking

A look on the floor of my tiny apartment and I ask myself, “What have I done this week?” Piles of books, papers, notebooks, bibles…hard to decipher letters…”I agree to waive testimony in this case.” (No.) And a line from a vintage Talking Heads song, “this is not my life”, mocks me in my despair. … Continue reading Shelter seeking