Loss of Simple Joys

This picture is very symbolic for what has happened in Mississippi since Katrina roared ashore. This is what we always called “rainbow barn” on I-55 north of Brookhaven, and one of the “happy spots” we saw on a regular basis.

I have no idea who owns the barn or land. Through their simple act of adding a bit of joy to the side of their barn, they’ve always been a part of my life… Read More ➤

Where’s Glenn?

In case someone wonders where I am, my face is in a book for about 75% of my waking hours. The harsh reality of my semester has just set in, though there’s little I can do about it if I want to graduate in May. At any rate, this is what I’m up to:

Anthropology 487: Tutorial in Archaeology—This is one of the two required “capstone” courses for majors in Anthropology. (The other will be… Read More ➤

Hot, Scalding and Delicious Life

Okay, so I love occasionally stopping by Einstein Bagels in Greenville before work. But why, oh, why can’t I make it into the library without spilling my delicious hazelnut vanilla coffee all over myself? Perhaps this is a metaphor for life. We can enjoy life, have nice things, or do things we quite enjoy—but very often we’ll spill it all over ourselves and everything around us. In other words, life is messy.

In the last few months, God knows some silly and crazy shit has come my way, and those who know me know most of it so I won’t elaborate. The latest, though, is in retrospect quite… Read More ➤