Billboards, Buck Coffee, and Church Bulletins
I’m just a wee bit irritated. If you live in the Triangle, you can confirm that there are McDonald’s billboards everywhere that shout out “$1 small hot or iced coffee.” They’re on highway 70. 15-501....
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CD Review: The Aftertaste of Abandonment
There are artists, and then there are Artists. My friend Jonathan Edwards is one of the latter. Jonathan is freakishly talented at wearing lots of hats: Writer. Speaker. Graphic designer. But it’s his latest project...
Stuff Spouses Like
On Saturday my bride and I attended the Dave Ramsey Live event at the RBC Center. It was a full day of debt-free discussions, What About Bob clips, and four dollar popcorn, which I purchased...
What’s Your 1%?
Most of the time, we try to measure change in massive increments. We don’t just want to lose “a little weight.” We want to lose a Backstreet Boy. We don’t want to save “a little...
I’m Going to See Dave
I dig Dave Ramsey, and I think you should, too. That’s not a broadly-painted statement like “I think you should try the new $1 chocolate turnover from Arby’s because it tastes like it’s made of...
All In
Merriem and I attended the wedding of our friends Nathan & Cheryl this weekend, much to my kids’ chagrin and my delight. My kids hate weddings. My second-born, Austin, also hates funerals. He said on Saturday,...
Blame It On The Rain
There are moments when you know that the pain and heartache of parenting is all worth it: watching your child take his first steps. Helping them learn to ride a bike without training wheels. Discovering...
The Middle Ages
A wise man once said that reality is the best teacher. If that’s the case, then this weekend reality was one of those nun-style teachers with a ruler that raps you on the knuckles. Last...
The Ministry of Interruption
I’m a schedule-keeper. My day is generally broken down into 15-minute segments, and all of those segments are generally spoken for by 8:30 AM. I might answer emails for 45 minutes in the morning (3...
CD Review: From Age to Age
Let’s be honest: I’m no music reviewer. When I was in 8th grade, the high school band director gathered all of us in the middle school cafeteria and made us take a proficiency test to...
