Monthly Archives: November 2016
Chad and I didn’t really know what a typical Friday night was like on the Ball State campus. We didn’t go here. He was still living at home, I went to a private Christian college 40 miles north, the next exit after James Dean’s hometown of Fairmount. Ball State was my escape. It was Chad’s, too, or perhaps it was just our way of going backwards, of not propelling toward our future: a place of debauchery and bad decisions, an endless party.
We were young, free and wild, and – best of all – we were visitors. Continue reading
Today, when I think about Thanksgiving, I give thanks. I give thanks for my health, my family, my relationships and I give thanks to live in such a beautiful place as Montana. I am also tremendously thankful to live in the United States of America. Continue reading
“He wanted to lift us up, but it was clear in his words; it was clear in his tone and his energy that he was saddened by what he’s seeing in our country. It wasn’t like hearing “Imagine” in the gym, although that feeling would have come back ten fold if it was the fall of 2001.” Continue reading
As many of you know, this past June I got married, and my dad was the officiant. He booked the gig well in advance and he exceeded expectations. Expectations were high, too. My best friend, my favorite teacher, my mentor … Continue reading
“And I forget just why I taste Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile I found it hard, it’s hard to find Oh well, whatever, never mind” Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit” October 2001 Senior year was going fast. … Continue reading