Commentary on the intersection of race, culture, and faith
In Dixie Trayvon (Look away) Michael (Look away) Tamir (Look away) Sandra (#SayHerName) I found my voice living halfway between the capitals of my oppression, with the land of the free and the land of cotton on either side In Dixie Land I took my stand refusing to stay silent in the name… Continue reading In Dixie: A free verse poem
The trouble with naps... I love naps. I take a nap pretty much every day, and I can feel it when I haven't had my nap (no, I don't get cranky). Unfortunately, having kid has thrown salt on my entire napping game. I'm one of the fortunate few parents who still get to take naps.… Continue reading Short Post #6: The trouble with naps…
Happy Taxmas It's the most wonderful time of the year...Taxmas season is upon us! Well it's upon me at least. Taxmas is that glorious time of the year when, if you were a good boy or girl and didn't owe him any money, Uncle Sam leaves money in your bank account. Really, it's money that… Continue reading Happy Taxmas
A lesson from each year of my twenties I turn the big 3-0 this year, so expect a lot of reflective, introspective posts as a result. As should be par for the course, my twenties were a time where I learned a lot of stuff. Some of the lessons are the direct result of my… Continue reading A lesson from each year of my twenties
Oh so much has been happening in my little life and I'm working to get my schedule sorted out so that I can do all of the things, including blogging. I have so many insights. So many things to think about and share, but right now my hours feel a bit off. Clarity is coming… Continue reading Seasons of shifting
There has been a shift in my household Things have shifted in The Armchair Household. Our 8-month-old has made several discoveries that has changed the game. She started crawling about a month and a half ago (maybe even two months), but it was only a very slow army crawl. Now she's up on all fours… Continue reading There has been a shift in my household
The ubiquitous task of unpacking The Girl, The Husband, and I went on a two week holiday to visit our family in the Midwest. We had a pretty good time (besides all three of us being sick at some point the whole trip). It was good to get away and not have the daily drudgeries… Continue reading The ubiquitous task of unpacking
Babies grow up Perhaps it's because I've spent a lot of time processing my own mortality and reflecting upon (if not mourning) the loss of my youth that I don't feel a sense of sadness as I watch The Girl grow. I realize that the baby that slept next to me in a little plastic… Continue reading Babies grow up
I'm thankful for friends who wounded me I'm a little tardy to the party on the whole "season of thanks" thing, but I guess that it means a little more to me to talk about the things I'm thankful for when it's not the hot, hip-happening thing in the streets. Call me anti-establishment. I've actually… Continue reading I’m thankful for friends who wounded me
Reminiscing I listened to the Early Jazz Station on Pandora last night. It brought up lots of good feels and memories. When I was in high school, particularly in my freshman year, I was obsessed with jazz music. I was the drummer in my school's jazz band, and for some odd reason that compelled me… Continue reading Reminiscing
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