The last two months appear like one, big amorphous blob of days. Thank god for pens.
Dread’s cruelty is that he’s grown more deceptive with age: he’s much louder than he’s ever been, yet the lie has never been thinner.
A small compilation of photographed moments from a very good year.
One billion Sunday sermons and several hundred pages of scripture distilled into a single, foundational directive: Be good to each other.
Every town in this country seems to have at least one steward, one ambassador who is wired to create good. They typically aren’t elected or… Read More »Some Thoughts on the Passing of St. Milo
Me and Senneca, another comrade in running, at the Buffalo Creek Half-Marathon near Pittsburgh last month. (Photo: Lindsey Glover) I still don’t consider myself a… Read More »In From the Cold: Words on Running, Routines and Good Dudes