My throat's a little scratchy. I refuse to give the sensation a name (like "cold"), seeing as any malady seems completely inappropriate on a birthday. But on this May 4, Nashville is under water, people mourning everything from the loss of homes to the hit to tourism, but more importantly, mourning several older residents of …
Inside Brooklyn Boy
I haven't been blogging much. The habit of writing feels awkward, two months into my shared life--church half-time, something else the other half. There's a play I'm working on, oh so slowly, and I finally finished up grading the material from my class. Lots has happened the past couple of months. Amy did her showcases …
A Few Photos
I've been wandering around a bit with the camera again. I'm not sure if I'm procrastinating some other things I need to do, or if I'm using the photography to stimulate creativity or brood over ideas still cooking. Either way, I thought I'd share a few... Someday I'll think of something to do with all …
Growing Up Into Dreams
Last night, I made a proclamation. "Tomorrow, I grow up." It's a Facebook Status kind of thing to say. Is it true? Will I grow up today? On the one hand, each day is a growing up into responsibility and freedom. Demands grow, stakes go up, opportunities present themselves with alarming swiftness and fickle timing. …
“Transformation is Possible”
My coaching assignment from three weeks ago was to reflect on what I'd like people to say about me when I die. My report on that reflection is due today, and frankly, though I've put a good bit of time into thinking about it, I don't have it done. It's a funny question, more troublesome …
JEFF BERRYMAN 