Happy Day After St. Patrick’s Day!!☘️ If you were out celebrating with green beer and corned beef, hopefully you enjoyed it. It was also Taco Tuesday, and instead of going to a crowded bar for corned beef, I decided to do something a little different, something more on brand for me. I went and had tacos and a margarita, which is also why this is a bit late… I fell asleep. 😂 Which, somehow, leads me right back to golf. The snowstorm really put a damper on my hopes for an earl

“We fear that evaluating our needs and then carefully choosing partners will reveal that there is no one for us to love. Most of us prefer to have a partner who is lacking than no partner at all. What becomes apparent is that we may be more interested in finding a partner than in knowing love.” — bell hooks In my early twenties, I remember reading "The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven," by Sherman Alexie and feeling something shift in me. A deep, quiet ache settled i

People are often surprised by how much I love Jesus. Not the way most Christians talk about Jesus. Not the weaponized version. Not the one used to threaten queer people or enforce belonging. The Jesus I love lived in the margins. The one who walked toward suffering, not away from it. I’ve always wrestled with faith. When I was 13, I saw images of children starving during a famine in Africa. I remember asking myself, if God exists, why aren’t they being saved? Why aren’t praye

I’ve been thinking a lot about working at the Circle K. People come in almost every day. Regulars. Familiar faces. For many folks, especially people who are unhoused, it becomes a kind of third place. Not home. Not work. Just somewhere warm. Somewhere predictable. We’re a few blocks from The Landing, the Warming Center, The Salvation Army, and Mayo Park. A lot of folks who live in the park come through our doors. Many buy a soda because it’s cheap. Ninety-nine cents. A dollar

I’ve been thinking a lot today about Punch-kun, the Japanese macaque monkey who went viral this week. Rejected by his mother for reasons only she knows. Hand-raised by zookeepers. Given an IKEA orangutan plushy as a surrogate. People woke up crying over videos of him trying to be accepted by his troop. And honestly, I get it. I felt that immediate instinct to protect him. To scoop him up. To say, someone, please love this baby. But I also wondered why Punch hit such a nerve.