A Place on Earth: Ritual, Grief, & Mourning as an Atheist, Part 5
Part V: A Place Apart “Tomorrow’s our last day,” Kristi said as she sat smoking on the balcony the night after our foray to Typhoon Lagoon. I wrapped my hair in […]
Part V: A Place Apart “Tomorrow’s our last day,” Kristi said as she sat smoking on the balcony the night after our foray to Typhoon Lagoon. I wrapped my hair in […]
Part IV: The Waters That Divide Us When I was five, my father—no doubt exhausted from days of dragging a small child around over-stimulating amusement parks—introduced what he called “hotel days,” […]
Part III: Radical Maps Talking about “mourning as an atheist” presses upon nuanced nerves. There is no singular “atheist” approach to rupture, no ritual towards which we turn in the aftermath […]
This is the second part in a series. Read Part 1 here. On Firmer Ground My earliest memories of Disney World aren’t so much of it as a tangible place, […]
Part I: As They Are, As They Should Be The moment the seatbelt sign turned off, I began pressing the call button for the flight attendant. A statuesque blonde bounded […]