Grace, Grit, and 37 Years of Us
If I’ve developed a moral compass at all, it’s because of her. Not from sermons or verses, but from watching how she treats people — with patience, grace, and a kind of decency that makes you want to be better too.
Time May Heal, But It Also Scars
Time may heal—but it doesn’t always erase. Some wounds become scars. In this quiet reflection, I explore the space between grief and growth, and how music speaks when time won’t.
The Price of Belonging
Springsteen’s “My Hometown” has stirred something deep in me—a quiet ache I can’t shake. For the first time in my life, I’m wondering if I still belong in the place I’ve always called home.
A post about politics, identity, legacy, and the grief of watching your hometown become unrecognizable.
More Than a Mirror
A 55-year-old photo revealed a striking resemblance between my son and his grandfather—but also a powerful reminder that while we inherit faces, we build our worldviews. A reflection on family, difference, and the lifelong process of growing into empathy.
Randomly Rudimentary Faith Stuff 
The Gift of the Spark
It’s hard to explain unless you’ve felt it—that moment when work aligns with purpose. When your voice and your soul are in sync. When you’re doing what you’re meant to do.