Whenever a person interviews me, because it always takes the form of an interview, about why I identify as a Christian despite, well, everything, I never quite know what to tell them. Whatever eloquence I ascribe to my person vanishes at the sound of all the words in the known universe failing to capture what it means when I say I follow Jesus. Cringe. (Continue)

My coworker Mattia is a gem; a man of deep thought and good ideas. He asked me today if I knew of any writing on the topic of language learning and inclusion. (Continue)

IT IS HOT STOP CLIMATE CHANGE NOW. I don’t think I’ve seen hotter days this year than week 36. Getting out of a hot shower and feeling equally wet fifteen minutes later. (Continue)

Nienke, Mehdi, an anonymous friend, and I attend the annual Pride March. It’s the city’s first two-week Pride festival in Amsterdam, each week organized by a different organization. (Continue)

Every time I embark on a journey towards a published post about why it’s good to have a website, I get lost in the reality of personal details. (Continue)

What I love most about today’s snapshot is the despair I can see in Lemonade’s eyes even when her entire body is a background blur. (Continue)

Much like last year, I’m so excited for Mathilde to visit our house that I get a headache just thinking about it. (Continue)