Nine years ago, I asked God to give me something a lot of people would think was ridiculous: a parking spot. It wasn’t just any parking spot though. Read more
My wife and I did not intend to have another year of sweeping changes in 2016. We never do.
We told ourselves this year was going to be different. The roller coaster was finally going to stop. No more big transitions like the previous eight years of marriage. Read more
When I was in high school, I attended the funerals for two classmates, one of whom died in a tragic shooting accident. I have a vivid memory from his funeral: sitting in the packed funeral home listening to Michael W. Smith’s song “Friends are Friends Forever” as teenagers sniffled and wiped tears away. Read more
One day last year, I was in a little convenience store in downtown D.C., where I quickly grabbed a drink and headed to the cash register. Three ladies were working, and when I looked at the youngest of the three (in the center of the photo) a simple phrase came into my head and seemed like it was just for her: Don’t settle for less. Read more
I did not enjoy going to church last Sunday.
I took my three kids to the service by myself because my wife wasn’t feeling well. The journey started out well enough — we were in the car and only running 12 minutes behind when we pulled out of the driveway. But it was all downhill from there. Read more
I didn’t have many friends in middle school, but I had Jeffrey Mitchell, and I needed him.
Some of the popular boys had started making fun of me, so I was growing increasingly uncomfortable in my own skin. Jeffrey didn’t seem to care.
We spent time at each other’s houses, hung around each other during recess, and sat next to each other when we had the same classes. This included Mrs. Silkman’s seventh grade English class where unfortunately, our friendship came to an abrupt end one day. Read more
I knew my accent would stand out when I moved to Washington, D.C. I didn’t think anyone would make fun of it.
As I walked away from the break room and said, “Bye, y’all,” to a group of coworkers, I hadn’t gotten far away before I heard one of them say, “Byyyyye yawl!!” It stung.
The other day my seven-year-old daughter said something I wasn’t expecting: “Daddy, I know a bad word.”
Oh no, I thought, my worst fears about the D.C. school system are already coming true.
“Oh really?” I said casually. “What word did you learn?”
I cringed. Read more