The Voice in My Throat

The Voice in My Throat

The phone in my cubicle rings. It’s a loud sort of ring because the phone is ancient, one step above a rotary phone. I answer the call in the usual way, “UMKC cashier’s office, how can I help you?” The tone of my voice hovers between professional and courteous, which...
Reality, “Lost Boys,” & Hope

Reality, “Lost Boys,” & Hope

Recently, I’ve discovered the song “Lost Boys” by Ruth B.: I’ve been obsessed with the song; Ruth B’s voice is beautiful; and the song can be hauntingly sad.  Some sadness comes from a re-thinking of the Peter Pan story — what does it mean to be a “lost boy”?...
A Prayer for Orlando

A Prayer for Orlando

In the face of grief and uncertainty, we do well to pray for light and Christian hope.  When our own words fail, and our hearts are heavy, Saint Francis’ Prayer for Peace rises in our hearts: Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace; where there is hatred, let...
Education in America: What We Agree to Ignore

Education in America: What We Agree to Ignore

Consensus is a difficult thing, we’re told, all but impossible to come by as our political climate continues to warm. Republican initiatives are threatened with veto and presidential proposals promise to be met with filibuster or, if necessary, government shutdown....
Hamilton on Repeat

Hamilton on Repeat

If I had a dollar for every time I’ve listened to the Hamilton soundtrack, I would almost be able to afford tickets to this year’s hottest show on Broadway.1 I first listened to it on a plane ride in January. Since then, I have listened to some part, if not the...
The World Needs More Fist Bumps

The World Needs More Fist Bumps

When trying to make the world a better place, we often think about volunteering, donating to charity, taking care of the environment, or advocating for political change. And we need all those activities. Perhaps, however, we need to add another item to our to-do list:...
Border Time

Border Time

The more I return to my childhood home, the more I think of it as a time rather than a place. I’m from the Rio Grande Valley in Texas, on the U.S. border with Mexico. Like many border regions, it is a strange place. Not quite the United States, not quite Mexico...
A “Better Place” for Compliments

A “Better Place” for Compliments

Things I do well: running, telling stories, listening, drawing, writing, organizing, etc… Things I don’t do well: performing abstract math, folding fitted sheets, saying “no” to people, playing basketball… and accepting compliments. If I had a third category—Things I...
Our Normal Is Not Normal

Our Normal Is Not Normal

My friends are not normal. Yes, they are (in my obviously biased opinion) extraordinary people, but what I really mean is that they are not at all representative of humanity. The problem comes when I think that the issues we talk about are other people’s primary...