Weary Worlds

I’m writing on a Friday night, sitting in a cold basement of a row house in Northeast DC. Outside it is dark, and this room is dark, and I don’t feel like turning on a light. I hear sirens and helicopters. I think about food and work and love and friends. I think about the … More Weary Worlds

Irrational season

If you can marvel at the face before you with as much wonder and awe as the mountain, the sunset refracting, you have unearthed the Spirit of God. For we are made of glory. —Cole Arthur Riley (Black Liturgies) I type these words on a rainy Friday evening after a heavy week. Out the window … More Irrational season


(My final paper for Contemporary Voices class, and also my last philosophy paper ever at PLNU. So so grateful for how my life has been changed by these classes and these thinkers and these conversations.)   Dasein/Hospitality in the age of the Anthropocene The urgency of the climate crisis in this Anthropocene age raises the … More Dasein/Hospitality