My fascination was endless. And it obviously wasn’t just me…naming Michael Collins, Buzz Aldrin, and Neil Armstrong as heroes was cultural glue for the United States at exactly the moment when we needed it most—it had been a rough decade to say the least.
[I spoke yesterday at the Easter Service for the sixth through twelfth grades at St. George’s Independent School. As students walked in, we projected a scroll of pictures from an event Tuesday where a number of our students and faculty joined with CityCurrent and Samaritan’s Feet to provide new shoes for children in need in Memphis. It was a remarkable event […]
I have a Word document that serves as a sort of a giant virtual workshop at the center of which is a virtual worktable where I can tighten the vice down on an idea or topic.
“Rivendell seems to stand less as something built on the Cumberland Plateau than something pulled up from within it.” Just outside Sewanee, Tennessee, a large, beautiful stone house called Rivendell sits just off the lip of the aptly named Lost Cove, an enclosed cove where all the water that falls within its boundary drains into a sink […]
[I gave the following chapel talk this morning at St. George’s Independent School as part of our annual Martin Luther King Chapel. Our hymn was “Oh God our Help in Ages Past”.] “This is my faith, and I choose to go on through my days with this faith and I tell you if you catch […]
If you are like me when you tell the story of a piece of art you own, you tell the story of where and how you got it. The narrative of acquisition becomes intertwined with the story of the piece of art. Its story becomes part of your story. Your story becomes part of its story.