You’re looking at the blog of a second son, a friend and brother, a contemplative, twentysomething trekker who’s still trying to believe big as I grow smaller in a world that seems all wonderful and errant and wild.
I have loved big a list of people that is longer than I am tall. I love my small town Texas roots, all of the Halloween dinners, thrift-shop excusions, kitchen conversations, hayrides, drumline drills and midsummernight rooftops that make up years at home. I miss friends that are scattered all over the world, and I hope somehow to make this tiny sphere a little better while I’m here. Sometimes I think my eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord, and she looks tiny in her Guatemalan huipil. And he sounds so desperate and hopeful ringing his rickshaw wallah’s bell. And it couldn’t be more full of majesty and wonder than the winter’s first snow or the drops of dew strewn up between blades of grass on a spider web.
I’m currently serving as a Peace Corps volunteer in Armenia. The contents of this web site are my own personal opinions and do not reflect any position of the U.S. Government or the Peace Corps.