Dress Run (New Orleans, LA) The Red Dress Run is a run for charity. It is a good cause and an even better time. Below is a personal account of my experience, from last year. If you haven’t attended, you should do so. Everything I do I do for charity… 8:45 – Cellular phone alarm
I’m eleven years old and I’m playing soccer. It is halftime, and Nancy and Pam brought orange slices. As a team we are trailing 2 to 1. This is a big game—the Supershots have no chance at a division title if we lose this one. Coach Doug and Coach Bruce are leading an impassioned speech,
“Oh God,” Nancy pouted into the phone, “you’re not going to Asia again, are you?” I had just mentioned to my mother (Nancy), a book I recently finished, The Road to Character. The book, written by author David Brooks, examines the different measures of success, eventually working to address what is real and what is
There are few instances when the spoken word has really moved me to action. There have probably been even fewer when I was moved to a perspective change. I’ve met motivation before, sure, and inspiration isn’t hard to find—any IG wellness account or yoga “instructor” in a downward dog will do that—but coming across content
My roommate and close personal friend, Jerry Foster, left for Spring Training. He left a little over a week ago. When he left his room was empty and clean. He put forth a nice gesture of friendship prior to departure and he cleaned. It meant a lot. It also enabled me to efficiently and
If you live in the Eastern part of the United States, you are very cold today. Too cold to be productive. … I don’t necessarily know if that’s true, but it’s how I feel. In that light, due to weather, I’m going to write a commemorative post about warmer times. Just few weeks back, in
The Flu, a Fort, and No Power in Atlanta (10 Most Memorable Moments and Takeaways) There was a recent inconvenience at the Atlanta International Airport: power was lost, flights were cancelled, and passengers were stranded. It turned out to be a pretty big deal and a lot of people were upset—Delta got shit on.
Korean Farewell It has now been over a week since I left South Korea. In that time I have aggressively reunited with my friends–the type of partying you would expect in New Orleans and Baton Rouge after 7 months apart–exhausted Bumble and Tinder swipes, drove my vehicle around town solely because I could, and
I know this title photo is aggressive. It may make you uncomfortable. I felt uncomfortable taking the picture–knowing I shouldn’t be looking at it let alone documenting it. But it is especially pertinent, I think, to my Korean beach trip. As this man was adorning the double-up-thong, so too were many others. It was commonplace.
Sometimes, when we party or take vacations, we stray from things we’ve been working to cultivate. Circumstances and conditions push us from our goals. We stray from habits we’ve been trying to instill and the beliefs we’ve been trying to imbue. We go to the beach and we pee in the ocean and we
Fourth of July: America in Korea I’m writing this on the 4th of July, in South Korea–actually making it the 3rd of July in America. I’m writing it now because as of yet my IG feed has not been inundated with 4th of July subject matter (lake trips, firework displays, star spangled bandanas, bros
(VULGARITY WARNING: Please do not read further if you are easily offended. If you are someone [former employer, former teacher, future employer, etc] who knows or respects me, stop. If you are a family member, stop. If you are a parent reading this to a child, stop. Thanks.) … If Harry Potter was a Bro… This