Every hole has a story. That hole didn’t get there on its own. It didn’t suddenly materialize out of thin…
I’m sure my parents remember the first hole I put in a wall after I made a hasty decision to…
I want you to meet Tyler. I met him at The Foundry’s car lot while leading a small group I…
When I was a kid, I played soccer. I remember quite a few things about playing the sport, but I…
I recently saw a sign in a bathroom that read, “Life is not about finding yourself. It’s about creating yourself.” …
Aside from attending ugly sweater or company Christmas parties, things always slow down during the holiday season… unless you run…
So many of my blogs seem to start the same way… “Nothing. I have nothing.” It’s not that I don’t…
I have been thinking about this blog for months. I’ve been thinking about stories I could tell, experiences to relate…
I stopped at a gas station the other morning and noticed a significant grammatical error on a sign on the…
It seems fitting that the blog I got the most feedback on so far is the one about a chunk…