It was love at first sight. We met four years ago and I was undone. It was winter and her streets were slippery and muddy from snow, ice, buses, and humans. It was dreary and beautiful.
Her buildings and lights made my heart race the way a boy I like…
I’ve been off Facebook since the beginning of January and off Instagram, Twitter, and Pinterest since the third week of January.
It’s equal parts self-imposed banishment and spiritual fast with my church, The Belonging Co in Nashville. Our church does an annual Daniel Fast at the start of each year…
Seeing U2 in concert in Indianapolis with Lawson.
And hanging out with my daughter at the Southern Festival of Books.
My phone made me cry as I looked through old messages. I was cleaning out my Inbox. Keep, delete, delete, delete, keep, keep.
I chanced upon a message that had been sitting unnoticed and buried past the bottom of my screen. I didn’t remember who it was from but I…
The hardest part about being homeless is not having my own space. I’m not living on the streets but I’m in a temporary living situation in my daughter’s guest room.
I’m not standing at an intersection carrying a backpack. …
