Yesterday was the one-year anniversary of my move to Brooklyn. Someone asked me not too long ago if I felt like a true New Yorker yet, and the answer is no. No, I do not… and I am not entirely convinced that I ever will. In the words of Jo March in Little Women, “I…
Spring is (finally!) arriving in Brooklyn, after what has felt like an incredibly long and grey winter. I took a long walk through Prospect Park this afternoon, which was lovely, but after all that fresh air and sunshine, I am officially tuckered out – which is the perfect excuse for sitting down to write for…
I had the incredible privilege recently of hearing Rob Bell and Peter Rollins speak during their Brooklyn stop on their Holy Shift tour. Both of these men have been instrumental in shaping my faith and praxis, so the chance to see them both in person was really exciting. The evening did not disappoint; it was a…
My studio apartment in Brooklyn boasts one of the tiniest kitchens known to man. Cooking a full meal can be a bit of a challenge, with only two burners on an electric stove and an antiquated microwave to work with, and I confess that the thought of the dishes produced by the endeavor that I’ll…
I played hooky from church this morning. I felt a little guilty about it at first – after all, one of my goals for 2018 is to make a more serious effort at finding a true community in this city – and showing up on Sunday mornings is part of that. Skipping church tomorrow, I…
