I’ve been queer for as long as I can remember, but my earliest crushes were definitely on boys. Of my first crush in the fifth grade, I wrote in my diary, “When he smiles at me I feel like he is ...

The world’s cacophony grows ever louder. My soul runs to stillness and seeks peace. Is it possible to live inside my self-made bubble? Experience says no. So while turmoil heightens and contention ...

Some years ago, I was in a lively conversation with a software developer about arguments for and against God's existence. After discussing their merits and shortcomings, he paused—perhaps a little ...

It’s nearly Christmas and I know, from my own experience and from watching my children grow up, these are days when doubts about Santa Claus bubble up. It’s inevitable, kind of a right of passage, a ...