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The state of things

Hey y’all, 

It’s the 4th of July as I’m writing this. My neighborhood is having a thing later this morning (I love that I live in a neighborhood where we…

The tool chest of the proletariat.

When it comes to the sort of woodworking I like to do, there are broadly speaking, a couple of ways people store their tools. 

Some people hang their tools on…

The limits of my methodology

I have never been good at school. 

To be clear, I usually made good grades in school, but that was just my masking to meet their expectations. Many of us…

The jangle

It has been said that beggars cannot be choosers. As someone who worked among the unhoused community for nearly a decade and a half, I can assure you that whoever…

Community

Hey y'all - It's been a rough but generative spring so far. I have a lot going on, and I am running about like a man with my hair on…

Sam

Not all the stories about my time working among the unhoused are about death, I promise. But it was the deaths that did me in, and that ultimately made me…

Motion vs Meditation

Hey y’all, 

I’m taking advantage of a rainy day that canceled all my plans to write you a long-overdue update. 

In one way, it’s fitting that today is full of…

Karen's World

Hi y'all!

On Tuesday of last week, my friend Karen died. The funeral was Friday, in Raleigh, NC, so I cancelled all the meetings for the end of the week…

CJ

Content warning: This is a story about a couple I knew and worked with who were unhoused, and whose baby was stillborn.

As I write these stories about the time…

Called

While I am a credentialed Christian pastor, I have an awkward sort of relationship with it. I was ordained by the Mennonite Church USA on a Palm Sunday (which is…

Next Steps

It’s a pretty normal coffee shop. They also bake bread there, which is nice, and they have a strong lunch game, and even better for me, they are around the corner from my house. I hold lots of meetings there. 

It’s crowded when I get there to meet my boss’s boss, who had called me a couple of days before to set up this meeting to discuss “where we go from here.”…

Senselessness

Mike was what we in the South call “a character”. He was a short, trim man, just a hair over 5 feet tall. I knew for a fact he was 62 years old, but he always seemed much younger than that, mostly, I think, because of his huge infectious smile. 

Mike was gay, and was given to incongruent dressing. He would wear a polo and khakis, but with high heeled shoes. Or…

I'll figure it out.

My younger brother is 47 years old, and has worked for the same company since he was seventeen. Thirty years at the same place - well, working in various locations, but for the same company. These days he’s in management, and unless something drastic happens, he will probably retire from there in another 20 years. 

On the other hand, I am 52 years old, and since I was sixteen, the list of…

What to do

This was supposed to arrive in your inbox on Saturday, but I was traveling, and the robots working behind the scene let me down. So, here you go, a few days late. But I waited more than 10 years to write this story, so it probably didn't mind waiting to be read a few more days. - HH

Hey y'all, 

I was doing some digital cleanup and came across a bunch of…

A long rambling letter about fear and diversification.

Hey y'all,
In my hardrive are six drafts that I tried to write for today’s essay, but nothing clicked. My brain is occupied with lots of things ranging from political to economic to family matters, and it just can’t light on one thing, as my people are known to say. So, I think I’m just going to write you a letter instead. We’re past due for one anyway.

I’m doing well, all…

Feeling good in your skin

It’s early Sunday morning and the sky is grey and dim, looking like the sky in a post-apocalyptic film whose name I cannot recall, a metaphor that strikes too close to home these days.  The road stretches in front of me for miles, empty, and the dash thermometer tells me it is 22 degrees outside, just 5 degrees warmer than it was when I left my hotel this morning. I’ve been driving…

The things we cannot change

The room is silent, but not really - silence being such a rare thing. In reality, the silence here is made up of the humming of the dorm-sized refrigerator, the heated air passing through the air vents, and some slight electronic hum that I can’t quite identify. It’s dark, too, except for the bedside lamp and the glow from my laptop screen. Normally, I would include the tapping of keys in the…

Don't surrender in advance.

I've been playing with this idea in my head ever since the election. It's not fully fleshed out, but it's Saturday, which means this is the day I hit send. I worry that people will hear this as me saying everything will be OK - I don't think that at all. But I do think we have options other than surrender.

I have to travel next weekend for work, so no essay…

A favor, please.

Hey y'all!

I'm always working to expand my skills, and I think I'm going to add video to my list. I'm planning on both periodic "Members Only" videos as well as regular YouTube videos for the public.

Two favors:

First - can you check out this video? It's an unlisted video, so that means that the only people who can see it are the ones who have the link. It's a…

On not being consumed

Hey y'all! - This is another unfinished essay. I mean, it stands by itself, but I feel like this could be a chapter in a  book if fleshed out more. My usual process is that I write a small thing - a Facebook post, say, and then I work with it and it becomes a blog post, or a sermon illustration, and then maybe an essay. I have some of these I…