Tag: personal essay
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The Fulcrum and Axis: The Seen and Unseen- A Diatribe on Trying to Figure Out Life, the Universe, and Everything
Today we are going way up our own butts. I just want to establish that immediately so nobody thinks this is about to become a grounded and practical discussion about taxes or lawn care or whatever emotionally healthy people spend their Sundays doing. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about threshold moments in stories. Those…
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The Soundtrack of Becoming
I’ve been thinking lately about how strange my music taste probably looks from the outside. One minute it’s Neurosis. Then Don Williams. Then Atreyu. Then Matisyahu. Then Manchester Orchestra. Then Nine Inch Nails. Then U2. Then some strange ambient soundtrack piece that sounds like a machine trying to pray. On paper, it probably looks chaotic.…
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Seen / Unseen Greenville: How Fiction Influenced My Reality
I’ve talked a lot recently about Greenville, development, local history, gentrification, empty spaces, civic vision, and the strange contradictions that seem to sit underneath this city I love. Some people have probably wondered where all this came from. A year ago, I wasn’t writing essays about urban planning, Cherokee history, or why certain projects get…
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The Etiquette of Disagreement (Or: How Not to Lose Everyone)
I have about three conservative friends left on Facebook. That’s not an exaggeration. It’s also not something I ever set out to do. If anything, I’ve resisted it. I don’t like cutting people off. I don’t like curating my life down to only the people who agree with me. That feels brittle. Unreal. Like building…
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Politics, God, and Grief in Greenville, SC
I I’ve always wanted a real relationship with God. Not just belief. Not just ritual. Something that actually holds up when things get difficult or unclear. Something that means something when the world doesn’t feel like it’s making sense. And living in Greenville, faith is everywhere. It’s part of the culture. Part of how people…
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Hope Is Not Passive
I’ve always wanted to have a relationship with God. Not just belief, and not just ritual. I want to understand the why behind things—the how. I want to know that there is something beyond myself I can turn to when my own mind runs out of answers. I spoke about doubt recently, and today I…
