I quit my job. Pitched as a consultative role in the financial industry, it was in reality a volume sales play. I am not good at volume sales. I’m not pushy, or “sales-y” – the only way I’ve ever sold anything has been through demonstrating quality work, specifically content. My work, my words, my worth. … More Hang up the barstool, pick up a barbell
But it won’t get any harder And I hope you’ll find your way again And it won’t get any higher And it all boils down to what you did there The Cranberries – Disappointment The fine filament flows outward over the past, year, two years, three, however many. A retrospective gloom casts its way … More goodbye, year
I have a hard time with politics. Too much deceit, divisiveness, and lack of truth. Yet the election is the only thing anyone is speaking of, so here are my thoughts. Hold me now I am floating away into the overcast sky over my hometown on election day What is it about Birmingham? What is … More This election day
I need an off switch. Specifically for my brain, because it’s not letting me sleep enough. Not a new problem, but an annoying one all the same. Currently, I can’t sleep for shit. Or for any other reason. Some days I wonder if it matters and other days I wonder how it cannot. Though, to … More Always on
I am much remiss in posting this summer. No real excuses, but all the same. I have a job this year, which I didn’t hold last summer. Apparently, that takes some time. Which is great. I’m quite happy to be working away. But haven’t done crap about balancing that with keeping up on the writing, … More Summertime
After undergrad, I went straight on to get my Master of Theological Studies. In Boston. We started class 9/12/2001. It was intense timing. One of the first classes I enrolled in was Islam in America. I was surprised to be granted the opportunity to be one of the few students in the lecture, as selected … More Post 9/11 Hero
I woke to the troubling news that Anthony Bourdain is dead. According to news reports, he committed suicide. It saddens me, but it also makes me think of why, because I certainly didn’t know the man. But I knew his stories. And I loved the way he told them. In fact, I had the opportunity … More Goodnight, Chef
