The act of living… On borrowed time.

Throughout my life my life I’ve had more than my share of close calls, at the conclusion of each event, I’ve always dusted myself off and chuckled at my good fortune and kept it moving. This year wasn’t any different than my previous episodes on this planet, except that my own mortality gave me the …

God doesn’t want to be in school, he wants to be in church – A rant

The commentary from former Arkansas governor Mike Huckabee would have been laughable if it wasn’t so patently stupid. If you’re not privy to his take on the tragedy in Connecticut I’ll include it here for your reading pleasure:“We ask why there is violence in our schools, but we’ve systematically removed God from our schools. Should …

Late night walk into history

One of the things that I'm proudest of as a parent has been instilling a strong sense of history in my son. A couple weeks ago we took a late night history stroll through some of the memorials in the District. The above picture of my son looking up at the Emancipation Proclamation serves as …

The Mayan Ruins

Taking it in with my own eyes was exactly as I thought it would be... Being in the midst of something greater than you is comforting. Because in that point of time, you know that taking yourself too seriously really isn't a viable option.

A bright side to the World ending on December 21st

I have a confession to make… Admittedly, I am feeling guilty (not really) for listening to those beating the drums for the world coming to an end on December 21st, it is the contention of many people that any action that we take is all for naught, so we shouldn’t bother to expend any additional …

The heroism of Teaching and how a teacher saved me

The recent school shooting in Connecticut, draws attention to one of the noblest, selfless, yet underappreciated professions in our society; teachers. One would be remiss not to recall how a teacher has motivated them to push the envelope to reach plateaus that might not have been reached otherwise.Any attempt to make sense out of the …

Heroes and humanity

Riding my mountain bike has served as my muse ever since I could remember, but as with anything life can get in the way and obscure that which is right in front of us. For me it took a brush with my own mortality to rediscover what I had lost. As I was riding this …