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Yesterday at the Climate March, someone shouted “From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free”.

I delivered this sermon today at All Saints Amsterdam.

First of all: not a great week.

Cooler temperatures!

IT IS HOT STOP CLIMATE CHANGE NOW.

I saw a guy on Monday that I went on a date with once.

The first week back at work is fairly quiet, I even found myself on the verge of boredom at one point.

After two weeks in Scandinavia, it’s clear: we are both too Dutch for proper recycling.

I am notorious for never grasping how many people know how much about what.

Nienke, Mehdi, an anonymous friend, and I attend the annual Pride March.

At the end of the shopping street for people who look like they do in the magazines there’s a blonde marching in place waiting for the light to turn green.

This week, I attended my first Gerimedica party.

Two months of onboarding have rushed by in a blink.

I love a good media drama.

Today, Lemonade and I visited Studio Pansa Amstel, where Anja has spent the last seven Sundays learning how to work a ceramics wheel.

Life sure is different now that we’ve gotten Lemonade on a proper walking schedule.

When I first set foot in the Old Catholic Church to attend an All Saints service, I knew I had found a special place.

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

I met Shervin at the coffee place this morning.

Happiness today is the ease with which the nun gives me his phone number.

It snowed a few times this week and I was as baffled as I always am to see it happening in March.

Lemonade, Lemonade, Lemonade.

She blesses Anja, me, and a handful of other people who carved out time in their Sunday evenings to come to Church.

Living in a good neighborhood has many advantages.

Walking with Annelie is coffee indoors today.

There’s a woman who runs a bookshop in De Bijlmer.

My attempt to lure both Anja and myself outside for some fresh air and a walk was thwarted as soon as I learned the place was out of my favorite bubble tea.

We had two friends over today.

On occasion, Anja will compliment me on my ability to recognize people.

I’m in that supremely annoying stage of prospective dog ownership where I casually interrogate dog owners at parties, curious about their pet’s behavior and the techniques employed, and then silently judge them for their mistakes, exchanging contemptuous…

This morning I got acquainted with the immigrant anxiety felt by Chinese-American journalist Jiayang Fan about her desire to speak accentless English.

Sometimes, when bad news arrives, I think to myself “argh, just when I was beginning to think life was nice and steady!”

Among a nest of eight, this little corgi pup immediately stood out because of her deep gaze, friendly cuddles, and millions of kisses.

In a few days, I’ll hit my one-month mark on the piano.

More than any other time in my online life am I aware of the value of alt text.

Have you heard?

In one of the many jubilant reviews garnered by Darren Aronofsky’s latest film The Whale, one writer concluded that we shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

I have a feeling 2023 will be the year for weird movies that steal our hearts.

The weather has officially reached a temperature that requires me to buy a new coat.

Each year I’m less embarrassed to say it: I don’t like that stretch of time during the Dutch Springtime when no work week is normal.

Brushing my teeth on Friday morning, I think about the weekend ahead, secretly complaining that my social engagements will keep me from getting the rest I need.

It has been snowing in Amsterdam.

I never get much reading done unless I’m sleeping elsewhere.

I am nostalgic about the way the Web used to be.

This was written as part of Vine & Fig’s Sunday Scripture reflection project.

Her Summer break started yesterday, and as always it is an event.

The other day, as I was speaking about a group of queer Black designers of which I’m a part, a White lesbian asked me: “when does a group exist just so a bunch of outcasts can commiserate about their shared otherness?

On May 2, 2018, as we got off the plane from Stockholm, completing our visit with Anneli and Milan, I said calmly to Anja: “I think I may try not drinking for a week or so.”

I am a Black person with privilege My privilege makes me uncomfortable I don’t want to think about racism My childhood experiences did more damage than I realized There are so many things I’ve said “yes” to that required a “no” Thank you for reading throu…

I am on a 33-day streak picking my teeth before bed.