There is a bamboo flourishing on my kitchen windowsill. It’s a light green stalk, proudly standing tall with leaves sprouting out in many directions. When I first got it, I put it in a tall clear glass with river rocks, because that’s what Ikea recommended. And, of course, Ikea is the definitive guide on creativity... Continue Reading →

This morning I was reading an article in the New York Times called, “The Gradual Extinction of Accepted Truths.” Among many other things, journalist George Johnson argued that with the proliferation of information, truth is so fragmented, it seems that there is no such thing. “The creationist battle against evolution is fierce and more sophisticated... Continue Reading →

Yeah, so I finally did it. I took me a while. About twelve years, I think. Tattoos are long considered a symbol of rebellion, or a wild lifestyle. But, they don't have to be. I think it should be something to mark something, or to mean something. A mark upon the body to signify an... Continue Reading →

The Vagrant Writer. It’s a moniker I came up with the last month of college. I didn’t know what I was doing, or where I was going after that, but I had so many dreams. And like, every good Christian university student, I was sure God had destined me for greatness. So, I had this... Continue Reading →

I  recently attended a church service where a missionary couple to Africa spoke. As they talked about the plight of the people, the poverty, the need, the disease….I found myself throwing up walls. Not that I didn’t believe them. I am sure the need is unbearably great. I am sure that the poverty is real.... Continue Reading →