September and early October have been a time…

Good morning phone.

Good morning Nashville.

Good morning Cafe Bustelo.

Good morning God.

This morning I turned 26.

It’s funny how it doesn’t seem quite as old as 25, even though 25 was exactly a year ago. Something about crossing…

First things first.

Thank you for reading. Seriously. These take a long time to make, and the fact that you read what I write means the literal world and keeps me writing.

It’s been almost a year since…

I’m an athlete.

And like any good athlete who never went pro, I peaked in high school, and ever since have watched professional sports not as an onlooker but as a self-titled sideline coach.

Damaging chips and dip more than…

This past week I had to get out of my head.

You know the feeling.

God moved some special things in my soul (churchese for f*cked with my sense of purpose and identity) and I needed to walk in the…

It’s late.

Seriously it’s almost 1 in the morning, but I’ve been in restaurants for the last 6 years and my body clock is, how you say, unusual.

At night I find that in the same way a dog circles…

I’m sitting in my kitchen writing next to my roommate in Nashville. He’s a hard-working accountant, and I’m a broke musician who pretends to work. I’ve only been here for two months but we’ve become fast friends, jamming Mumford and…

There’s a long list of things that I wish I would have accomplished by 25.

No. That’s not an encouraging way to start off this train of thought.

Starting over.

Okay, but how am I supposed to be grateful when…

Louisiana gets foggy in the early morning, and a little cooler.

Still hot, just a little harder to see.

Although it does call to mind foggy harbors: ships berthing at the docks champing at the seafoam that rocks them slowly…