Legacy

Legacy

I remember meeting Aiden Carr as I walked down the sun baked road in Monks Corner, SC. He asked for my name, which should have prompted me to know that we might become fast friends. Over the next ten years Father Christian taught me lessons my father taught me, my...
Home is where our creativity is

Home is where our creativity is

The nature of our homes are ever evolving. You’ve heard the phrase, “home is where the heart is.” But after COVID, and after what I learned from a book my older brother recommended to me, I think the saying could be, “home is where our creativity is.” Let me explain....
Real Estate Lessons from Basketball

Real Estate Lessons from Basketball

I love Basketball. One of my first memories was focused around basketball. I remember listening to the ball bounce outside as my dad and two brothers clanked the ball off the wooden backboard in our backyard.  Basketball is one of my favorite things to do. I...
Without a home, in Raleigh

Without a home, in Raleigh

This is a post that never was published from 2010. I am so happy that I found this nugget. I will try to get the attached video and upload. It is a good thing to be reminded that we are on pilgrimage. Sometime we fall off our horse. Sometime we get knocked off by the...

The strange comfort of being real with our pain

Recently I went on a camping trip with my children. Some of the trip was a delight. Pizza with friends, and zip lining with church members was so fantastic. “I cry aloud to God, aloud to God.” Crying out to God is often times the last resort. But when it...
Pilgrimage

Pilgrimage

When I embarked for Spain I was a mere 26. College had passed me by like a tree passing by a fast moving train. Childhood was over in a second, and now I was in the mood to contemplate. Walking helped me get in the right rhythm for the next stage of my life. I...