Unlocking My Dreams, Mastering My Own Story

Unlocking My Dreams, Mastering My Own Story

Earlier this year, I posted this picture to Facebook from closing on my new home. It became one of the most ‘liked’ photos I’ve ever published. At the time, the image depicted the accomplishment of many years of yearning, overcoming fear that it...
Hot, Fresh, Now

Hot, Fresh, Now

Certain Saturdays in Kingsport, TN, we would wake up early, go down to the Krispy Kreme, and load up Mrs. Miller’s station wagon with boxes and boxes of glazed donuts. We’d take them, by the dozens, of course, throughout our neighborhoods, selling for...
Resilience Residency Pt. 2

Resilience Residency Pt. 2

This past weekend I returned to Blacksburg for the second time to continue developing partnerships around the storytelling residency I’m doing this year. Inspired partially by the approaching ten-year anniversary of the shootings, the work encompasses many...
Fear, Itself

Fear, Itself

Visiting my mom and grandmother in Tennessee this weekend, I make my way to the door to go for a walk, and my grandma says, be careful! Walking along through her pastoral neighborhood of little boxes made of ticky-tacky all in a row, I pull phone out of pocket to...
Original Sin

Original Sin

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about accountability, responsibility, and original sin. It seems the world could be on the brink of some important change. At the very least, we’re talking about things in different ways than we have in a while. I hope the heartache...

Singing with My Eyes Closed

When I was in my 20s and 30s, I collected a lot of movies on VHS tapes and didn’t have cable. On long, lonely weekend afternoons, and occasional weeknights, I would grab a tape and pop it in for comfort, sometimes even while I was doing something else like...