• The river is real, and it’s right in my backyard.

    At this moment that I’m beginning to write, I feel all kinds of emotional and conflicted. Lost, heartbroken, tricked, lied to, nostalgic, confused. I just spent some time listening to old Vineyard worship songs that I grew up with. I’ve had such a spectrum of strange and flawed church experiences, some with more flaws than…

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  • On Bruce

    Bruce Springsteen, for me, represents making the best out of what feels like the worst. Springsteen represents my mom coming to pick me up from long days of classes at a place where I felt like I didn’t belong, welcoming me back into the safety of her little vehicle that always had E Street Radio…

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  • The Breaking Down of Religious Shackles… and Tulips

    It was a good bit over a year ago, in the autumn of 2017, when I found myself sitting in church and writing little quips and puns about, well… church. Or, more specifically, church as it should never be. Those quips and puns quickly turned into one of my most quickly written songs, which I…

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