Spiritual Anorexia

Woman with a distorted, etheric reflection.

"But I’ve been attempting to draw nourishment from my Twitter feed since my account was created in the aughts. And I still don’t know how many spiritual calories are in a tweet. Will I ever achieve my daily allowance? Will I ever fill my bucket? Or will trolls fire their darts incessantly, puncturing my pail until it resembles colander, allowing my vitality to spill in all directions?"

Giving in the Name of Evelyn: Year 3

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Two years ago, my wife and I kicked off a new family tradition in lieu of trying to conform to the traditional (and unrealistic) expectations surrounding Valentine's day. Given that the Holiday is centered around love, we wanted to transform our focus our energy on paying it forward by donating to organizations that are making a positive impact on the world. In doing so, we hope to set an example for our daughter Evelyn.

If Not You, Then Who?

Standing on a broken window.

The stench that permeated from the upper pantry was so revolting that I refused to eat any food that was being stored there. Even the thought of breathing in those molecules made me queasy. And yet, over 40 fully capable young men in my fraternity (myself included) continued to walk through the area day in and day out despite the health risks. When I finally had enough, I decided to take matters into my own hands.