The Reset Sand
I used to write poems when I was in college. Spent a lot of time in coffee shops writing crappy verses, trying to find myself, my voice, as a writer. I don’t write poems much anymore, but this one came...
View ArticleNot Without Knowing My Love
Thursday mornings are hectic around my house. That’s because Ella has a school singing club that meets early on Thursdays, which means I have to get her out the door and to the school around 7:00AM....
View ArticleLesson From An Election Abroad
I was in Kenya last week during the presidential election. I had no reliable internet. No cellular service. No way of getting consistent news updates. I had only a few fellow travelers, a massive...
View ArticleTo Discover What Makes a Man
I have always struggled with what it means to be a man. The typical manly virtues I learned growing up never applied to me: I wasn’t tall, rugged, handsome. I didn’t have broad shoulders and large...
View ArticleThe Anywhere Gospel
There were about 40 of them, seated on the grass or on benches, their shukas wrapped around their shoulders, their sticks and clubs near at hand. Men of the Maasai tribe listened as men from my tribe,...
View ArticleThe King of Hide and Seek
I had coffee with a new friend yesterday, Phil Stevens of Bed Head Media – (you should go check out his work, it’s awesome). Phil was part of my mission team in Kenya, and we became fast friends. I can...
View ArticleIt’s Not Binary
I love movies. Always have. But I don’t always get to see movies I want to see, usually due to one of three things: The cost of seeing movies in the theater. If I saw every movie that interested me on...
View ArticleReflections of a #DanceDad
This past weekend, my daughter’s ballet company completed their annual Nutcracker show at the Infinite Energy Center here in Gwinnett. It was a wonderful and busy weekend, with 2 shows on Friday, 3...
View ArticleReshaping Christmas
In 1893, a struggling author brought a manuscript to his publisher for consideration. Despite the author’s previous successes, the publisher rejected the newest manuscript because, in the publisher’s...
View ArticleA Creative’s Fear of Being Wrong
I have always been a creative person. Going back to my childhood, I was constantly doodling or writing on some empty corner of paper. I eventually became a sort-of-cartoonist by the time I reached high...
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