A riff on a song that never actually mentions the song.

In solidarity with the striking UC grad students and the striking New School adjuncts in NYC.

Just how literally do we believe the dead are with us anyways?

For your Thanksgiving.

What I realized from both the most tone-deaf, and the most passionate, stake high-council speakers I ever encountered as a YSA.

Back around the turn of the millennium in the backwoods of the Pacific Northwest, my teenage self was selected to some “Stake Youth Leadership Committee”

Remember that all we are is what we love, and not a fragment more.

On the ineffable quirkiness of the Mexican Day of the Dead, English Guy Fawkes Day, and U.S. Thanksgiving.