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Guitar Mayhem
What do you do when you accidentally destroy your only electric guitar? You can rebuild it. We have the technology.
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A Little VH Love
Anyone who has known me for long enough knows that I’m a pretty big fan of Van Halen. After a mishap between my Stratocaster and my car, I rebuilt and repainted inspired by Eddie’s Frankenstrat (and perhaps photos of that in a future post). To be fair, my real Van Halen love is with Sammy…
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Post-Op
After having minor surgery to have a basal cell carcinoma removed, I’ve taken some time to reflect…
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Fear
If you’re a praying kind of person, I’d be grateful for your prayers. And if you’re not that kind of person, I’d be grateful for your positive vibes and thoughts and encouragement.
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A Nation of Privilege
I am a straight white cisgendered middle-class male. The reason it’s important to name these things about myself is because these categories afford me a certain amount of privilege.
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Toenails for Equality
Last night, my youngest son and I painted our toenails. To be completely transparent, my wife painted hers too. And yet I don’t think anyone would blink an eye if that were to come out on the evening news. But this is different. Because he’s a boy. And so am I. And people have gotten…
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A Conservative Argument Against Capital Punishment
First of all, let me be clear. This is not a political argument. What I mean by that is that I don’t intend to argue against capital punishment from a political standpoint. To me, this is a theological argument. As a person of faith, as a Christian, I think capital punishment is abhorrent. And as I…
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Courage in Faith
Denying refugees and giving in to xenophobia and Islamophobia is simply un-Christian…
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To Paris with Love
I was assaulted today after picking up my elder son from a school dance with the news of the terror attacks in Paris today. These acts of violence are abhorrent and tragic, and the loss of life is both unimaginable and familiar. The world shouldn’t be like this. And it is. [tweetthis hidden_hashtags=”#paris”]The world shouldn’t…
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30 Years
I honestly never pictured myself as a 30-year-old, mostly because when I was young 30 seemed really old, and when I was actually 30 (and beyond) I still didn’t feel old enough. And so to realize that it’s been 30 years is mind blowing and awkward and tragic and startling. Again. And still. This #tbt…