My dad had this ancient, chipped plaster nativity set that he bought at a garage sale before I was born. Every year, right after Thanksgiving, he’d haul the box down from the…
My hands were freezing. I was maybe ten years old, standing in the front yard…
I still remember the exact moment the question stopped being academic for me. I wasn’t…
The first time I really thought about this, I was standing in the middle of…
I’ll never forget the smell of the old library basement at my university. It was…
I can still taste that terrible coffee. It was 2:00 AM in a cramped dorm…
It was 2:00 AM, and the dorm room smelled like a nasty mix of stale…
The question just hangs there, doesn’t it? It echoes through two millennia of art, debate,…