O Mighty Crisis Stories

Steadily Growing 11

Steadily Growing

“At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon. And my ambition has been growing steadily ever since.”–Salvador Dali Today, Byron turns 42. He has been, and in some cases still is, son, brother, friend, father, student custard scooper corn cross-pollinator...

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Winter’s Advent 12

Winter’s Advent

There’s a special lull in the rhythm of the semester when students are cranking away on big projects and readying themselves for the intensity that is the End of the Semester. The work isn’t flying in because they’re diligently, one hopes, doing the work. I’m in that lull right now, swinging...

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Cherish 18

Cherish

As the Catholic priest with multiple boyfriends can tell you: monogamy isn’t necessarily natural. However, despite evidence that the romantic ideal of meeting The One and living happily ever after is a crock, we are trained from birth to believe in it. Perhaps we’d do better to widen the scope...

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Turns Out Eli Manning’s Not the Problem 15

Turns Out Eli Manning’s Not the Problem

Sometimes, if I’m standing in line at the post office (mailing you a present), and the line is really long (you’re worth the wait), I pass the time by playing one of my special mental games. These games range from “Hey, Jaundiced Guy Eyeballing the Birds of Prey Stamp Design, You...

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Lack of Particulars Makes the Story 20

Lack of Particulars Makes the Story

Unrest at work has been put to rest. Negative thoughts met with positive thoughts, a whole lot plummeted into the chasm that had separated them, and there was release. And a big grinning howdy to my colleagues who read this blog. What I can tell you about being a college...

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People of Peace 13

People of Peace

A massive storm is moving in to the East Coast. I am thinking of all of you, friends, who are hunkering down, waiting to find out how bad it will be. Closer to home, a massive storm is moving in on me in my work life–or so it seems, as...

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Sights and Sounds: Turkey Redux 8

Sights and Sounds: Turkey Redux

Roughly 30 hours after waking up and hopping onto the shuttle to Istanbul’s Ataturk airport, we pulled into Duluth. A delay (we sat on the plane in Paris for 2 1/2 hours before it ever left the ground) caused us to miss our connection in Detroit and ultimately added about...

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Day Eleven: Hosçakal Istanbul 6

Day Eleven: Hosçakal Istanbul

We spent our last day in the country perfectly. No more museums. No shopping. No guide book. Instead, we hopped on the ferry to Kadakoy and then took the Metro to our friend Elaine’s house. She made us a gorgeous brunch and gave us laughs and insights galore. Spending time...

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Day Ten: Return to Istanbul 6

Day Ten: Return to Istanbul

This morning, we flew from Kayseri back to Istanbul and felt ourselves shift into the final leg of our trip. By early afternoon, we’d checked into our hotel. After a few minutes of gathering our wits and brushing our hairs, we headed out to visit a particularly wonderful little place...

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Day Nine: Tokat 6

Day Nine: Tokat

It is perhaps a blessing that Kirsten was our Camera Woman today (it ended up being a shopping day, which means my hands got full of bags, and thus I couldn’t be bothered to drag out my camera every time a gorgeous covered woman looking vaguely melancholy walked by). Her...

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