’ve been thinking about how easy it is to be unbending when someone’s brokenness hurts you, and how much harder it can be to give grace.
Category: musings
Sabbatical, Day 79: I vs. E, and the War Within Me …
Just a couple of weeks into my freshman year, the Meyers-Briggs’ personality test was handed out to me and 200 of my closest friends in Intro to Psychology, which was housed in the auditorium-style, mauve-painted Bohannon 90.
Sabbatical, Day 61: Back to School, 25 Years Later …
Yesterday, like my seventh grader and so many around the country, I went back to school. It’s been nearly a quarter century since I enjoyed olive, mushroom and onion pizza at Kirby Student Center. Two and a half decades since I studied media relations in the orange-and-white checkered Ven Den. Twenty-five years since I drove…
Sabbatical, Day 28: Constellation, CrowdStrike, and Other Crises
“Who goes to Florida in July?” my friend Beavis texted, as mockingly as one can via text.
“It’s just for these events,” I replied. “It’s not like a long vacation or anything.”
Sabbatical, Day 19: The Deep Red, Deep Green Woods … and Tim Sandlin
Tim loved the work I shared with him and told me that I should “immediately quit (my) job and become a dishwasher.”
Uncomfortable Things 