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.
September 7, 2025 · 1 Comment
Still Here, But Not Necessarily at Home
I used to feel proud to be a Texan and grateful to be American. These days, I feel like an exile in both. Still here—but no longer at home.
August 6, 2025 · 1 Comment
Randomly Rudimentary Faith Stuff 