I want to wake up with you next to me on a cold, Seattle Sunday. I'll wake up first, of course: you've always been the one to sleep in. And we'll walk the farmer's market with our rain jackets pulled over our fleece beanies. My hand in yours, like a metaphor of something larger than … Continue reading We.

What the Hell?

Anastasis (harrowing of hell), 1310-1320. It is a familiar story. One that has been told for millennia, passed down from generation to generation across various ethnic and racial backgrounds. Despite the relatively recent debates in the past few centuries regarding the “historicity” of the story (which, I would argue, is not all that important), the … Continue reading What the Hell?