Reflections on Singing and the Budget Shortfall
Alumni Choir has meant a lot to me. It’s been a source of comfort and joy during difficult times. A relief from stress during busy weeks. A chance to spread joy and peace to others.
The Music Is Enough
At the time this post is published I will have jumped up and down with all the fanboy enthusiasm in my 23-year-old body.
Jim and Pam Are My Friends
Good TV is like good literature. Both forms tell stories. They take you places, let you meet people and hopefully make you feel something.
The Purpose of Writing
The entire class was given the mandate of answering the question, “What is the Purpose of Writing?” in ten words or less. Here are my eight words: To reflect and share humanity, good and bad.
Pants on Fire
Joel and I stood in my front yard one afternoon, raking leaves because, as we both knew, mysteries always present themselves to people with crew cuts when they’re either doing yard work or playing tennis.
No, Seriously: Who’s On First?
Why is baseball season so eternal? And why does each game last so long? Give me a narrative, for goodness’ sake. Something engaging I can latch onto.
Boomers, Stickers, and Wendell Berry
Since all creation breathes God’s breath and participates in God’s Spirit, there are only sacred places and places that have been desecrated.
The Bachelor Farmer
After leaving college, I lost my faith in food. Now, food is what I ingest alone, usually, when I’m hungry, bored, or tired from working fifty hours a week.
Striving for Type C
As a soon-to-be professional triathlete, I have had to work to be more Type A in some areas. My coach, Zane, calls it “attention to detail” or “doing the things that matter.”
Oh Right, That’s My Job Now
The yelling is why I’m glad I chose not to be an elementary-school anything. And the yelling is what showed me, in ways that a phone bill or an empty fridge had failed to do, that I really am an adult now.
