Murmuration: My Hope for the Women’s March

It is Inauguration Day. Or, as I have been prone to think of it, the eve of the Women’s March. Like all big movements, we haven’t gotten here smoothly or quietly. In fact, I’d guess that the people I’ll be marching with tomorrow would rather they didn’t feel compelled to be there. After all, if … Continue reading Murmuration: My Hope for the Women’s March

The Festival of Faith & Writing: A trip log from a first-year

If I had to come up with a headline for the Festival of Faith and Writing at Calvin College, it would sound something like this: Two thousand writers (introverted, neurotic, or both) assemble in a single place to eat lunch alone, together. And yet, to most of us, this contained the feeling of finally arriving at … Continue reading The Festival of Faith & Writing: A trip log from a first-year