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What I do for money is help organizations find their inner dorkdom and prevent them from sabotaging themselves with sameness.
I don’t know why my grandma says some of the things she does, but I try to love her completely without complete understanding. That’s how I want to love everyone.
Just tell her you’re not interested and watch the pain and embarrassment of rejection register in her eyes. Don’t soften the blow. Don’t put sugar in the vinegar. Tell her the truth, and even though she might hate your guts for awhile, she’ll come to appreciate your courage.
I appreciate people who tell me that I have something between my teeth or a booger hanging out of my nose.
I’m confident that all three of those students are remarkable in some way. I just hope that they don’t sabotage their originality long enough to bury it.
To recap, you can expect more writing and more surprises with that familiar emphasis on humor and desire to rethink the good life.
I’ve so often felt a sense of vague unworldliness during the Christmas season. I like to reread first twenty verses in Luke chapter 2 and meditate on the story. Believers have heard this story so often that it has lost its strangeness and power. I won’t presume to know what unbelievers think and feel when they read about a virgin giving birth to a boy. Perhaps wonder, skepticism, or disgust? Regardless, my charge to you is to enjoy this poem at all costs.
One of its wings didn’t look right, and it was wandering around in front of North Knoxville Church of God next door. A bird with feathers askew is like a man wearing eyeliner.
So, I’m in training for a more profound sense of awe and wonder each day.