I've been reading a lot of Annie Dillard's writing lately, and I stumbled upon a collection of essays she wrote about the writing life. It's really unlike anything about writing that I've ever read. Dillard's argument, to put it plainly, is that nobody really gives a darn about what you write. And if they do, … Continue reading It Comes Down To…. You
I'm on this new diet (I hate the connotations that are associated with that word; every one of us is on some kind of diet, right?). Anyway, it's the Keto Diet, and I can't have more than 27 (ideally 20) net carbs a day. Perspective: I was downing probably 300 net carbs a day. So … Continue reading Discovering Creative Ketosis
If I were a speechwriter, here's what I would write for every politician, at every level, in our country. To my Constituents: The incidents of violence that are sweeping our nation are tragic, heartbreaking, and unnerving. There is no doubt that we have an epidemic in America that requires action beyond thoughts and prayers, no … Continue reading If I Were A Speechwriter….
Baltimore and the surrounding suburbs are not lacking in places for creatives, but last Monday night, when I had an hour to myself to write, I struggled with the idea of where to go. I didn't want to head to my local Starbucks (I have 11 - soon to be 12 - within 3 miles … Continue reading Baltimore Havens for Creatives
The other morning, I found myself rushing out to my car to head to school like any other weekday. The sun was just breaking the horizon, and I was juggling too many bags of work and thinking about beating the early rush along the 25-mile commute. I could feel the tension building already: stress upon … Continue reading Being Relentless in Living Fully: Five Things I Have Learned
My alarm went off at 2:57 a.m., and three minutes later, I received the text from my friend Trina. Leaving now to commence with project honor Memorial Day. Twenty minutes later, at 3:20 a.m., after I had gathered my photo gear and thrown some journals and pens in my backpack, I headed out the door … Continue reading Memorial Day: Remember The Sacrifice
Dateline – Tuesday, 28 January 1986. 11:35 a.m. I’m upstairs in my bedroom, cramming the last of my new textbooks in my bag, grabbing a few extra pens and my journal, and checking my look in the mirror: clean-shaven, every single hair gelled in place, and wearing a white oxford with a blue Hugo Boss … Continue reading Challenger: 73 Seconds Define 30 Years