life
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Where Faith meets the Mat
As a born-and-raised Christian (like the 1990’s Christians… not Christian Nationalist), I was brought up on the teachings of Jesus. I also attended a Baptist elementary school in which we had a healthy dose of guilt, shame, and judgment. The… Continue reading
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Better Under a Bushel
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine. The… Continue reading
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Your Reflection Doesn’t Lie
I sat with my 14-year-old son recently at a barber shop in the city center of Ramstein. This was after a week’s long exchange about the merits of his haircut, his lack of enthusiasm to use the on-base barber- which… Continue reading
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The Home Team
“There is no place safer on this planet than with me,” I say to my sons whenever there is something to be feared under the bed. Within the judgement of peers. Within the insecurities bleeding in their hearts. “I will… Continue reading
Recklessly Hopeful 