To Asheville, with love

To Asheville, with love

To think that Asheville is just the Biltmore is to think that Knoxville is just the UT Vols, or that San Francisco is just the Golden Gate Bridge, or that Fort Wayne is…well, I don’t know what most people think of when they think of the Fort. Probably not the seminary...
After a decade

After a decade

Ten years ago this month, we loaded a U-Haul and drove down to Knoxville from the Fort. We closed on our first house on Tuesday. Company arrived on Thursday. The best company: Professor Pless, who preached Derek’s ordination sermon. Our wonderful friends and...
2015 retrospective

2015 retrospective

We halfheartedly started a 2015 Christmas letter; actually a video this year in an attempt to top our quiz, website, magazine, and other creative formatting attempts. But “halfheartedly” is the key word here, mainly because I’d like to kick 2015 in...
Downtown magic

Downtown magic

I’ve been waiting for last night since before the accident. (Because that’s how life is categorized these days: Before the Accident and After the Accident, with subcategories of Plaster Cast, Walker, Crutches, Boot, No Boot.) It was one of my last days of...
The accident, aka tl;dr

The accident, aka tl;dr

Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled. Psalm 6:2 Fair warning: this is far too long too read (see urban dictionary entry for tl;dr) and mainly a painstaking record I’ve been picking up and putting away all...
Convention time

Convention time

It sucks without Derek here. My mom hates that word, and I hesitated to use it here because she reads my blog, but the truth is when he’s gone it’s like the bad word. Nothing is the same. We try to do fun stuff, like going out with friends for dinner at...