A good friend told me she'd come to my blog for her monthly fix of whatever I was mulling over, and as it turns over, there was no evidence of any mulling. Nothing. Nada. No writing for the past month. "What's up?" she said. Well, much has been up, but and much has been mulled, …
Light, Visual Life, and The Hopper
Yesterday I led worship in A Cappella, then preached both services, and went home and crashed, as wiped out as I’ve been in a long time. Sick for most of the week, I propped up on the coach and through one lazy eye managed to watch a few more episodes of the first season of …
Words at 51
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 …
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. …
JEFF BERRYMAN 