Thought

For a few years, I’ve been seeing more and more references to the Dunning-Kruger Effect, usually in articles about how we relate to facts and information in this political climate, in our age of media overload.  Though I had a…

I’m in rehearsals again, for a beautiful musical called Come From Away. It’s a story of kindness, generosity, and radical hospitality, based on real events. On September 11, 2001, after hijackers crashed planes into the World Trade Center and the…

Last Sunday night, Travis and I went to a concert at The Mothership, a fantastic outdoor venue on the Hondo Mesa, on the way to the Gorge Bridge. We were in Taos for a long weekend with no plans beyond…

It’s wise to be aware of how we’re looking the world. The “glass” through which we view it. We’re always gazing in and out through windows — sometimes through beautiful stained glass, other times through fingerprint smears and grime. Many…

Whenever I’m doing a show, I try to remember what a Stage Manager once told me. I don’t remember what we were working on when she said it. (It might’ve been when I was in college, maybe West Side Story.)…

I really lucked out in the Father department. Bob Groves was a wonderful man — you would’ve loved him, everybody did. He was an especially great Dad and role model for me, a sensitive boy in a conservative small town.…

In my decade-and-a-half of ministry, I’ve been called-out a number of times for being vulgar. People tell me that coarse language and naughty humor are inappropriate in sacred space. I’ve heard it from strangers and from close friends, including those…

I spent a lot of time this week scouring collections of poetry and pouring through my usual go-to books for Sunday morning readings. I searched online for hours, googling: “Mother’s Day poems… SHORT Mother’s Day poems… Mother’s Day poems that…

At the beginning of the month, we had a really wonderful trip to see my family in the northeast. The entire week, every part of the journey, exceeded all expectations for both relaxation and enjoyment. And I returned home feeling…

When I’m worked up and stressed out, my angst usually arises out of sense that I’ve got to “get it right.” Almost always, there’s something that appears to have gone off the rails — maybe a minor thing, or sometimes…