My Story
It sounded like a simple suggestion, but the more it was repeated, the less simple it became. At first, I tried to hear it as encouragement. Maybe this person believed reading would help me grow or allow me to see...
So while I was working at McDonald’s, my manager—who lived out in Tennessee—said one day, real casual, “You can have my boat.” That sentence lit a fuse.Didn’t matter that I’d never seen it. Didn’t matter that I had no idea...
If the barn was survival, the Hospitality House was structure. Around 1992, after the barn, we moved into a place that already carried stories long before we arrived. It wasn’t just a house—it was a system, a mission, a response...
I don’t remember the barn as a place with an address. I remember it as a feeling.
It sat low against the land, wood tired and leaning, its roof a faded red that had already learned how to surrender to weather. In winter, snow wrapped around it like silence. In summer, it breathed dust and sunlight. This was the first place I called home.
I lived here until I was about four or five years old, with my brother, my sister, and my mom. Our dad was there too—though that part of the story comes later.
When people talk about their beginnings, they often start with dates or towns. I start with this barn.
Abide University aims to provide a new way of looking at academia, less as a means to social status, and more to look at learning as a form of leisure. Study at our institution should be oriented towards real-world pragmatism,...
Dudeism. An ancient philosophy that preaches non-preachiness, practices as little as possible, and above all, uh…lost my train of thought there. Anyway, if you’d like to find peace on earth and goodwill, man, we’ll help you get started. Right after...
