A certain kind of slow burn exists in the world. It’s a rare experience that can transport you to another place and time. Sister Rosetta Tharpe’s impeccably grooved take on “This Train is Bound for Glory” is one of those slow burns. Sparked by an...
On my writing desk there is a modest but well-loved collection of Star Wars Lego sets. The crown jewel (in my opinion) of this fleet is the Millenium Falcon. My wife bought it for me when I turned 35, fulfilling a lifetime desire to snag...
I recently stumbled across a video that I hadn’t seen in a while. If you grew up in an evangelical christian home in the late nineties/early aughts, there’s a great chance that either you or your mom loved this song. Even though I identified as a...
I witnessed something earlier this summer that I don’t know how to categorize. My writing desk sits under a window that looks out on a black Walnut tree with a backdrop of fields. It’s a great view that is beautiful enough to be satisfying but...
My cat, Magellan, is a fur-covered, super-cool point of sacred egress. He’s beautiful - gray body with white on his belly, paws, and the tip of his tail. He looks kind of like a classier, long-haired version of Tom (of Tom and Jerry), and he’s...
One of my favorite lyrics of all time comes from Andy Squyres' song, “You Bring the Morning.” This song is a modern psalm, speaking to life and God and everything in between. The line I love goes like this. “Young love that we lost, we will...
My point of sacred egress today is a small one, but I can’t stop thinking about it. I suspect that after reading this, you won’t be able to stop thinking about it either. This observation isn’t original to me. I heard about it first on...