Roommates to the End
I was in high school before I realized Betty Bowman had a name other than Roommate. That was how…
Walking Inside My Story
“You either walk inside your story and own it or you stand outside your story and hustle for your…
What Am I Doing in Grad School?
I suspect this is a question I will ask myself from time to time over the next several years.…
Write When the Spirit Moves You
It was a night when sleep eluded me, when the continental divide between my deepest life questions and the…
Still Working on my Handstand. Still Missing Dad.
Last Father’s Day, Elephant Journal published this blog post I wrote about my dad. It’s a good read for…
Go Forward For Humanity
On a recent job interview with a Wake Forest alumna, the interviewer looked at her resume and asked, “What…
Mother’s Day Redux
I posted this piece last year as we neared Mother’s Day. I was still living in the jungles of…
Our Idols are Human Too
I never imagined wanting to come to John Travolta’s defense. But amidst all the post-Oscar Travolfrenzy about his on-stage butchering of Idina Menzel’s name,…
Going for the Gold
My friend Julie posted her goal of someday working on the Olympics on Facebook the other day. It’s a…