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Shades
Wednesday November 19, 2008
Memory is shady, an aspect that only increases with time. At a distance, what we would hold onto, what we would pull into the light, slips from us like smoke through the fingers. In the end, we’re left with shuttering pictures rather than fluid narratives, a stutter-and-stop nickelodeon rather than an arch of seamless progression....
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Trivial Pursuit
Tuesday November 18, 2008
My favorite year of school was fifth grade. I don’t know if that year simply marked a transition from childhood learning to more independent learning or fifth grade was simply more interesting than the years that came before. I do know that whenever I think about the bedrock things I’ve learned over the years, they all began in fifth grade in Becky Thompson’s green room at the end of the hall at Covenant Christian School....
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Intimacy, Fear, and Thin Places
Monday November 17, 2008
The first time I went to church as an adult just because it was Sunday, I sat in a back pew and kept my arms crossed and criticized everything I saw. The words in the prayer book (such outlandish claims!); the hokey quilted banner hanging above the altar (such tacky taste!); the friendliness of the fellow parishioners....
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The Silver Palate Cookbook, Revisited
Friday November 14, 2008
Last Friday night, because I was tired and because it was payday, I did something I’m ordinarily not apt to do: I stopped after work at a gourmet deli near my office to pick up dinner for the family. Canvassing the refrigerated displays and the breads laid out in homey straw baskets, I managed to amass a lovely, and lovely-tasting dinner in mere minutes, something....
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What Makes a Muslim Poet?
Thursday November 13, 2008
When the current issue of Image came in the mail, what first caught my eye in the table of contents was the name Khaled Mattawa. The name and his contributor’s bio (mentioning translations of Arabic poetry) made me think he might be Muslim. This piqued....














