Today I happened to stumble on an old book that was hiding in my basement. It was my Great Grandmother's book from the 1950s with a small note inside it. This made me instantly reflect on two essential ideas. What happens when we stop our regular...
My youngest son has spent all his time hanging out in his older brother's room, who is away at college. This didn't make sense to me at first since my youngest son has a room of his own. And then it dawned on me that...
In the small cemetery, beneath the snow, lies my little brother and my Father's bodies. My brother, taken from heroin ten years ago, lying in a casket next to my Father, who died from brain cancer two years later. Unfortunately, they never received tombstones. Tablets of...
Last night I experienced something I thought I would never experience. I spent the night in a homeless shelter. I didn’t stay there because I had to, but because I was curious. I was curious about this other world that only some less fortunate have to wander....
“The pain passes, but the beauty remains”—Renoir Dorothea Lange’s, The Migrant Worker is considered a masterpiece in photography. There is something about the photo that always seems to astonish. Its subject matter shows a mother’s distress, however, concurrently interprets beauty and elegance. How do you compose grief...
// Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning. // A quick glimpse to the left this Sunday morning while driving revealed an unimaginable landscape that I would never be able to translate to words. I almost crashed my car as this...
“Failing, falling fast into the valley, means more momentum to make it up the next mountain.” I hate failing. I can’t stand falling. Like the movement of the landscape, it appears that our lives continually reflect the valleys and mountains. If I remember that the momentum...
I spent this past weekend at Tribe Conference in Franklin, TN. During one of the breaks I found a quiet space to recharge my introvert batteries. I was gently startled when a women approached and asked if she could have her picture taken with me....
"Fear of failure seems to be the first step to failure."—Seth Guge...