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At about the nine-mile marker of the October 6, 2018 “Freedom Run” half marathon event, a kind woman cheered on us runners with a sign that read “Remember why you started!” It cemented my resolve to run faster. Continue reading ““Like the Feet of a Deer,” Part 2″
2 Samuel 22:33-34
It is God who arms me with strength[a]
and keeps my way secure.
He makes my feet like the feet of a deer;
he causes me to stand on the heights.
I ran late in life. More than any other indulgence, vice, therapy, or risk I have embraced, it quiets the inborn restlessness triggered by turning 40. Continue reading “Like the Feet of a Deer”
The following is the text of a speech I gave for the 2018 Opening Convocation at Alderson Broaddus.
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I was assured, several times, that I could make this speech about anything I wanted. A couple colleagues encouraged me to speak from the heart, and that advice felt right. My heart and my recent experiences bear out the following thesis: “Being lost” and its opposite, “being oriented,” are largely constructs we can choose to accept or ignore. Through the course of my fourth decade, I have come to embrace the latter, no matter the cost. Indeed, I have reaped real benefits from having done so, and I want to share what I’ve learned. Continue reading “Being Lost Is Sublime”
I usually start off with “tonight, while nobody was looking, I ate….” My living arrangements have changed and I now have, from time to time, company at the dinner table. Tonight, my new new housemate saw me eat a can of sardines, bassmati rice, and the usual pound of kale I’ll eat on any given day. Continue reading “New Housemate, Same Habits”
Appalachian Dolce Vita 