What Men Live By
A parable offers you truth, but not directly. You have to work for it or, rather, you have to want it and want it as if you were in the story.
Scattered Moments
In the past month, I have slept in nine different beds, only three of which I consider (or considered) mine. I have traveled by plane, train, and automobile. And bicycle.
Habit
Small children are creatures of habit. Having been in the parental mindset for three years now, I’ve learned to stay on this side of sanity’s fine line by joining in (read: giving in) to these routines.
On Authorship
Even the fan mail we receive from young readers seems odd—I’ve never been interested in meeting or corresponding with the writers of books I love.
Sabbath
In the space of just a few steps along this sidewalk, the whole of New York seemingly faded away, while this courtyard remained set apart, consecrated, holy.
Cooked
For I, dear reader, have a confession: I never learned to cook. Or bake, or grill, or fry. Like not ever. Like not at all.
Bringing Vince Carter to Church
This tension comes from the American obsession with performance. The public wants an aging athlete to keep playing, but only if they can still perform.
Work It, Don’t Twerk It
This month, I celebrated my one-year anniversary of post-education employment. By “celebrated” I mean I told the dentist that I’d been at my job for a year now and then he gave me some free floss.
How I Plan on Surviving Graduate School
A month into graduate school, I have decided that I need a pep-talk from myself. Hopefully, this is either amusing or helpful to others.
Holy Matrimony, Batman!
I’ve been to thirty-three weddings and counting.
