(For the first chapter of this journey, read “History and the Call to Adventure.” For the second chapter, see “Crossing the Threshold and Riding with Jesus.” For the third chapter, see “The Land of Adventure and an Introduction to Totems.” For the fourth chapter, see “Death, Rebirth, and Honoring the Ancestors.”) Days earlier, my dad … More The Chevy and Me, A Hero’s Journey: The Final Chapter
(For the first chapter of this journey, read “History and the Call to Adventure.” For the second chapter, see “Crossing the Threshold and Riding with Jesus.” For the third chapter, see “The Land of Adventure and an Introduction to Totems.”) The original plan had been to do the final 12-hour haul from my brother’s house … More The Chevy and Me, A Hero’s Journey: Death, Rebirth, and Honoring the Ancestors
(For the first chapter of this journey, read “History and the Call to Adventure.” For the second chapter, see “Crossing the Threshold and Riding with Jesus.”) I awoke in Albuquerque to a grand realization. It was arguably one of the most meaningful moments of the trip (though there were plenty of these superlatives along the … More The Chevy and Me, A Hero’s Journey: The Land of Adventure and an Introduction to Totems
(For the first chapter of this journey, read “History and the Call to Adventure.”) And so the story’s end begins one December night in Northern Virginia. A few days earlier, I had received the text from my dad who, after a good bout of rumination, saw that the beauty in the idea could not be … More The Chevy and Me, A Hero’s Journey: Crossing the Threshold and Riding with Jesus
It has taken me a long time to write this. Sitting down to do so has been an arduous task. Every time I’ve committed hours of my day to telling this story, to capturing it for eternity into words, I’ve found other projects, tasks, or naps on which to focus. The tale is one that … More The Chevy and Me, A Hero’s Journey: History and the Call to Adventure
Life is a composition of story arcs. This is one. I first met him one year and one month ago today. I use the term “met” lightly. One year and one month ago today, I was dragging my feet in self-pity up a metro escalator at Union Station. I was hanging my head in disdain … More To Say, I Love You
I was fully expecting my next post to be Part II of my D.C. housing Rom Com (which I do have written and waiting for you all). However, sometimes in life you reach a moment where absolutely everything else in the world can pause for a second because nothing else could possibly come close to … More I Miss My Family
I have this big, long blog post in the making about my move out of the suburbs. When I get around to writing it, I do hope it will be a lovely intermingling of humor and passion, inspiration and loss, toying with both the endogenous euphoria and despairing nadirs of the 20-something experience. I hope. … More On Booze
Mis·an·thro·py (mis-an-thruh-pee, miz-) noun: hatred, dislike, or distrust of humankind (“misanthropy,” n.d.). I hate people. I really do. They disappoint me constantly. They annoy me. They live recklessly and selfishly and destroy good things. Many days, I believe I would be happiest living in a little mountainous cave far, far away from them all. This makes … More Misanthropy and “Hey, I’ve Been There” — or, I Hate You, But I Love You
Harry is a pal from college whose effortless acceptance of art in his life is something I often quite covet for my own. Harry graduated a year before me and was off to Nashville for the beginnings of his next adventures. As our individual stories are forged far and wide, across the country and into … More I Miss You
ROUGH OUTLINES 