One time, I was angry. Just a simple understatement. There once was a time when all I could see were the red veins swelling beneath my forehead. Finding myself perpetually … Read more about Confessions of a PK
this is my story
This is my story. This is where my life and the Kingdom crossed over. It is where I ceased to be wandering vagabond, and became a son to my Father. I do not claim that all of this is positive, in … Read more about this is my story
Black Friday Rule
And for every tear that is lost from an eye I'd dig me a well where no man could destroy I want to believe in a freedom that's bold But all I remember is the freedom … Read more about Black Friday Rule
The self-proclaimed biographer (autobiographer) or that old so & so…
I, TIBERIUS CLAUDIUS DRUSUS NERO GERMICUS This-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and … Read more about The self-proclaimed biographer (autobiographer) or that old so & so…
I remember…
...standing the midst of a multitude. A gathering of people who seemed to be growing larger and larger with each step I took. Moonlight, we walked, only able to see a few feet in front of us. They … Read more about I remember…
Stifled by Bitterness
You do things and do things and nobody really has a clue. - John Updike, Rabbit, Run Boundless, restless, contempt pervades longing. Is it all for naught? Eloquence, flawless … Read more about Stifled by Bitterness
Dear Avid Blog Subscribers…
We have some fresh and exciting news for you that we believe you will find enjoyable. Last Tuesday, September 6th, Real Life changed it's name and became the Passport. With the name … Read more about Dear Avid Blog Subscribers…
Passport meets DragonCon [Part 1]
Friday began the start of another training season for our department. 60+ participants landed in Hartsfield-Jackson airport, preparing for a launch. They would be headed to six different countries, … Read more about Passport meets DragonCon Part 1
the faint memories of Kenya
The sun hangs overhead, sweat drips from my brow. It trickles down my cheek, plastering dust to my face. Dust has coated my beard. Each drip of sweat streaming down the brow in my eye, results in a … Read more about the faint memories of Kenya
