The song that wouldn’t let go In a world full of noise and division, certain songs arrive like quiet companions. They ask honest questions and refuse to let go of them. “Gideon,” from Z by My Morning Jacket, is one such song. The echoing guitars and Jim James’ yearning vocals open space for honest searching. They pose simpleContinueContinue reading “Exploring the Depths of ‘Gideon’ by My Morning Jacket”
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A Place in the Line
There is a certain kind of work that doesn’t ask to be noticed. No ribbon cutting. No podium. No name on a building. Just a weekday morning, a line of cars, and somebody trying to figure out how to make groceries last a little longer than they should. You show up, you do your part,ContinueContinue reading “A Place in the Line”
Evening Light on the Levee
My truck, Mississippi River twilight, and Venus rising in the west. Some photographs are sharp. Others, like memories, are blurry. This one I snapped at random: the shadowy FJ silhouetted against a twilight sky, Venus hanging steady above. My old FJ Cruiser rested along the Mississippi River levee at Lone Oak Cemetery, back window openContinueContinue reading “Evening Light on the Levee”
When Weakness Becomes the Point
[Edited on March 10, 2026 for theological clarity. See below in the body of the text] A note: This piece followed on the heels of writing a cathartic exercise in pointing fingers at the cultural moment. Somewhere in the middle of that one, it occurred to me that while one finger was aimed outward, threeContinueContinue reading “When Weakness Becomes the Point”
This is a Song for Someone
This is New Year’s Eve, a time to celebrate endings and beginnings, but my heart’s just not in it. Maybe yours isn’t either. If you’re one of them, or if someone close to you is, maybe this piece will land like a small reminder that the light is still there. I know a handful ofContinueContinue reading “This is a Song for Someone”