I have been sitting on this post since mid-summer of 2011. Perhaps you would take a stroll with me as we consider this masterful piece of cinema. Here's to one of the best films ever made...that I may never need to watch again.
2015 was a year of, "firsts" for me: First time moving back to Springfield, MO (from KC). First two months of 60-70 hour work weeks...
As kids, we learned to want the things we needed most: two parents, how to follow God, the value of hard work, and the importance of respecting all people. I hope one day I can make such a lasting impression on my children.
8:00am on a chilly morning in Springfield, Missouri. One of my neighbors, a woman in her mid-twenties, is trying to scrape several layers of ice off her windshield with a tiny scraper. I have a couple hefty ones in my car - growing up in the Midwest has its advantages - and immediately feel obligate
The second lap of the race was killing me. Every fiber of my being was on fire, oxygen wouldn't come fast enough, and I was easily distracted by the crowd. But there it was, sitting on the ground and demanding that I redouble my efforts. I put one foot in front of the other, straining to reach the s
10:00 PM. Today has been a full day of writing code, having meetings, and thanking the well-wishers who stopped by to say hello. This is what my mom would call a "grown-up" birthday, and it made me wonder where celebration and comfort fit in a culturally-acceptable view of everyday life.