A Green Party at the White House

This weekend, I’m heading to homecoming weekend at my college alma mater for the first time in…well…a long time. Possibly decades. The occasion? A 40-year celebration of ACO, or Allegheny Christian Outreach, the place where I found my identity as a college student and my calling as a post-graduate. I know I will not see as…

Secrets, treasures, anguish, triumph

“We must not see any person as an abstraction. Instead, we must see in every person a universe with its own secrets, with its own treasures, with its own sources of anguish, and with some measure of triumph.” —Elie Wiesel ‎

Remembering September 11, 2001

It was a beautiful, clear, sunny Tuesday morning in Pittsburgh, and I was running late for work. As was my custom when this happened, when NPR’s Morning Edition signed off, I switched off the radio and turned on the TV to catch the first few minutes of Live with Regis and Kelly. But Regis and…

The blue folder

This is what my desk looked like on Monday: This is what my desk looked like on Thursday: I posted these photos to my Facebook page, and got all sorts of compliments on the transformation. And one concerned friend has become obsessed with the mysterious disappearance of the blue folder. Hmmm.

Being Known

I originally wrote this essay in 2004. A lot has happened in our lives over the past seven years, but the most important thing has not: Hank and Myrna remain two of my closest, dearest and most trusted friends. Consider this a tribute to long-lasting friendship, the truest of good gifts. ——————- I just spent…

Seven Ate Nine, or Reflections on Saturday

My goal to post 25 relatively interesting things about myself that I haven’t already written about continues. Here are three more. 7. Many of my friends tell me that I may eventually out-grow the adolescent desire and ability to sleep late on weekends. So far, in this way at least, I am still 16 years…

The puzzle pieces

In light of the Rev. John Stott’s passing last week, I belatedly offer up my Easter 2011 reflections which I sent to friends back in April. —————- When I was 18 years old, I finally figured out the meaning of life. (Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. What took me so long?) The cover story…

The sixth thing

6. In May, three friends and I walked a half marathon in just over four hours. Note I didn’t say run, but before my friend Sarah challenged me to do it back in January, I don’t think I would have ever thought 13.1 miles was an achievable goal for me, even walking. I raised approximately…

Five things

My friend D used to resist investigating what he considered “trendy” books, movies or music, just on principle. If it was the new hot thing with so many people at any given moment in time, he would shun it so as not to be considered one of the crowd. There may have been other motives…