In 1982, my mom let me skip a day of school. She would never do that again. It was the next to last day of kindergarten, and instead of going to school, my mom and I loaded a bus for Knoxville, TN, and took a little day trip to the 1982 World’s Fair. It’s one […]Read More 1982. 1998. 2018. My Mom and the World’s Fair
I am five years old, standing on the sidewalk at a Fourth of July parade with my mother, my aunt, and my sisters. Before the parade begins, a vendor comes by with a cart full of balloons and other kitschy souvenirs. We are each allowed one. There are the twisty-tie kind, contorted into animals. There […]Read More Contested History: A Parable
“I tell you life is sweet, in spite of the misery… There’s so much more. Be grateful” Even the good days in ministry can have their hard edges. Today was one of those days. Churches like the one I serve are one of the final places where a person can organically experience intergenerational community. We’re […]Read More Even the Good Days
As my wife and I prepare for our upcoming move, we’ve been taking lots of time going through our things. It isn’t always easy to parse through the mementos by which you mark your memories. Of course, there are the things that seemed to mean a lot years ago that mean nothing now–a middle school […]Read More A Jailhouse Preacher Named Bud.
What was that poem I once read about the limits of language and the beauty of an unattached arm that lay on the tracks of the subway and still moved? Was that a classmate’s short story a juried prize winner or something out of my own dream? When confronted by the the thing you can’t […]Read More On Metaphor: A New Basement Page
I’m spending a couple of weeks in Belgrade, Serbia, doing some contract work. I hope to be able to occasionally post some of my impressions, thoughts, and stories. I made a field visit with some partners and colleagues today and wanted to narrativize my experience before I lost it. The cold war era high rises […]Read More Belgrade 1
Over the last few years, I have spent a lot of time on the road for work. I’ve driven through a number of different states, finding myself in communities of all sorts. I have found myself following GPS directions that led to an unexpected ferry ride, driven past more natural disaster sites than I can […]Read More Outlet