The Barbershop

In 2024, I held my first Margarita Mile. I’ve done more since then. It’s simple. I invite a group of friends. Using sidewalk chalk, I mark a start line and some arrows…

When the wood deepened, the clean wearing of the earth itself wore away into indistinguishable concord.

One of the most curious things about raising two boys seventeen years apart is the divide I feel in their digital generations.

A weary, hungry child is walking through the forest, the emerald-green hues of the dense foliage gleaming shyly in the rays of a young summer day. From far above, the sun’s brightness…

Encouraged, not only by the burgeoning online-use of Oldenburg’s term "third place," but by a young person’s desire to engage with it, I decided to reach out to Madison.

Building community doesn’t map well into the high value we place on choice at the individual level.

Some good things can only exist at the person-to-person level. To institutionalize them drains them of their moral power.

I distinctly remember on Christmas morning ...

Literacy anchors us to our surroundings and our heritage. It acquaints us with the particulars and holds us in the web of relations.

Perhaps the choice not to have a computer is more a choice not to play pretend.

Churches aren’t offering peace. They’re optimizing for engagement. And what gets built in the end is impressive. But like all “Babels,” it can’t bear the weight of the human soul.

You are probably familiar with the concept of the “Sports Illustrated cover jinx.”