The first time I met Tim Parochka was during college. He was refereeing one of my intramural basketball games. With about six minutes to go in the second half, I stole the ball from an unsuspecting point guard and raced the other way to go in for a dunk. As I took my last dribble... Continue Reading →
It’s hard to remember much about the person I was in high school, especially while I’ve been on this tour de self-resurrection. I always try to progress, as if the person I was yesterday wasn’t good enough. And today I'm forced to reflect on a time almost a decade ago, remembering a rendition of myself... Continue Reading →
I yearn for that peace of mind, something that has been elusive the last few years. It’s crazy how emotions can hinge on another person. I thought I found clarity in Beijing, but all that did was spur a desire for something greater, for my eyes to continue seeing parts of the world that for... Continue Reading →
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