It was a bold move, strutting onto the biggest sports stage in the world wearing them. But then again, describing any one thing Cam Newton does as bold is like going to Mexico and still calling it “Mexican food.” Everything Cam does, every word that comes out of his mouth, every twinkling smile, every dab, … Continue reading Cam Newton is an immature egotist, and so am I
The reality set in when a white Richmond Police van was waiting for us in the Museum District. This is not a joke, the four of us realized. We were actually being taken down to the police station because of heavy drinking. It was not, however, a typical drunken trip to the station. Instead of … Continue reading Drinking with the Enemy
On Thursday, October 4, my number finally came up. I raced to the Arlington courthouse after work on a blustery afternoon, and sprinted my way up to the sixth floor, where unlimited power awaited its rightful owner. This power, forged ages ago by ...
Teaching is a lot like being a pregnant woman. I can't drink or smoke while I'm doing it and I'm gaining weight. Just to shore up any metaphorical confusion: signing the contract is conception. Your boss is your husband. Your boss/husband can ofte...
In my 28th year I have finally realized my bane. Christians are always struggling with some kind of sin. Lust is a common admission among men in church small groups. Many will spend too much time, money, and thought on being accepted or liked. Pri...
I'm sitting on old-pal-Tim's front porch in Richmond, propped backwards in a chipped away rocking chair reading The Big Sleep. Phillip Marlowe, iconic P.I. from the 1920's that screams for a Humphrey Bogart portrayal (and got one), has just invite...
I’m sitting in Le Pain Quotidian in Dupont Circle, watching everyone. I’m facing the bay windows, giving me a front row seat to the traffic around the intersection of P and 20th. Most everyone is walking briskly by under the June heat in attempts ...
