Look Out

I’ve flip-flopped between calling this “look out” and “look forward” at least a dozen times. It’s hard to find the right phrase sometimes. I’d love to hear your thoughts, which do you prefer? (please comment below). In the end, what I called it didn’t seem as...

Memento Mori

I crashed on a couch at church when touring with a band called Captive Free. That’s how I crossed paths with a guy named Jonathan in Eugene, Oregon. The next year, I’d move to Chicago and find that he and his wife had done the same. That year he took his music...