It's a month full of anniversaries! As of August 28th, I've been living in America for two-thirds of my life. As each day goes by, I am reminded that I am less and less of a Canadian and more and more of an... American? Ay! My 22nd birthday was a sad one because it marked … Continue reading Wherefore art thou America?
I like celebrating milestones. Marking the passage of time is something I do even when I don't really need to. Augustine's musings on time are more eloquent than mine, so I won't indulge myself on the subject any longer. However, this week (or last week rather since today is Sunday) marks my ten-year anniversary of … Continue reading 10-Year Anniversary: Reflections on Weight and Faith
I just finished reading The Color Purple for the first time. The timing is no mere coincidence. Alice Walker is now getting some pretty bad press for her apparent endorsement of David Icke, a "professional conspiracy theorist" according to Wikipedia and whom critics call a Holocaust denier and anti-Semite, which of course he denies. But don't they … Continue reading One among many complicated figures: Alice Walker
I like using the word self in the third person in reference to myself because I like to think what I write has some sort of universal appeal. I could be wrong. Or simply pretentious. Regardless, I often find myself in head spaces where I feel as if I have to decide if I stay … Continue reading Moo-sings on The Self, Diversity, & Other Things That Shall Not Be (Explicitly) Named
I just finished reading Leila Ahmed's A Border Passage last night. For those of you familiar with Leila Ahmed, you're probably thinking "Oh no!" or "Right on!" For those unfamiliar, Leila Ahmed is a controversial figure within Islamic Studies scholarship. Or maybe just with Muslims. I don't know. I honestly haven't really read too much … Continue reading On the importance of memoirs