I’m a stained glass artist. When people ask what I do, I sometimes joke that I "play with broken glass." It’s a flip-sounding line for a deeply intentional art form. The truth is, when I break a sheet of glass, I do so with immense care. My cutter, slick with special oil, scores a precise…
On Usefulness and Belonging
There is an expensive lesson that life offers, and I wish I’d had the currency to afford it sooner. It’s this: it is a profound waste of your finite time, energy, and spirit to court the approval of people who only value your utility. For most of my life, I have existed on the periphery.…
Bombs, Bibles, and My Closet [Not that Closet]
So, the Middle East is getting spicy again, huh? World War 3 anyone? I mean seriously, can we please knock it off with the unprecedented times? I'd be willing to bet we're all some level of anxious about the Israel/Iran/US/Whoever-decides-to-start-lobbing-bombs war that's happening right now. For some of us who grew up in evangelical Christianity…
The Incredible Un-Forever
Why "the end" isn't a dirty word...
The Unbearable Necessity of Zuckerberg’s Wasteland
Right. Let's just get this over with. Guess who crawled back to Zuckerberg this morning..... Against my better judgment, and with a level of profound irritation I usually reserve for politicians explaining tax cuts for the obscenely wealthy, I am reactivating my Facebook account. For those of you who followed my rather pointed departure back…
The Glorious Art of Napping in a Dumpster Fire
Right? Just… right? If you’ve recently found yourself staring blankly at your phone, possibly wondering if you accidentally subscribed to a 'Daily Dose of Global Despair' newsletter you don’t remember signing up for, feeling like you’ve run an emotional marathon sponsored by existential dread… hello, kindred spirit. Welcome. We have stale virtual coffee and collectively…
Asleep at the Wheel
Road trips. They sound romantic, adventurous, maybe even a little nostalgic, right? Visions of open highways, curated playlists, questionable gas station snacks... pure Americana. It is a truly Hollywood-tinted, romanticized, and slightly nostalgic view of road trips we have, as Americans. Reality, as it often does, tends to slap a slightly damp, vaguely sticky handprint…
Send the Fire
Once upon a time, a very long time ago, I was 19 years old and in a ska band. Once upon a time, I played horn in a ska band called Five Bucks Short. Once upon a time, I played horn in a Christian Ska Band called Five Bucks Short, and it was our mission…
I’m Baaaacccckkkk
Hello, friends. Or should I say, hello again. It feels strange, yet strangely comfortable, to be typing these words into this familiar space. It's been nearly five years since my last post, and though I might have gone through a digital silence, in real life, I've been anything but quiet. So much has happened, and…
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