Under the Bus

If there is ever a metaphorical bus of self-deprecation,

I have an awful tendency of throwing myself under it.

Some sick part of my brain calls it humility

but the truth is, if this were an actual bus,

it would be considered suicide.

Depression is definitely in the family,

I’m well familiar with it,

So I know I have tendency to dumpster dive

right into danger’s way-

not out of heroism, but just cuz

my brain is stupid.

I want to be a hero, a true hero.

I suppose the first step is to save myself,

so then I can be here tomorrow to save others.

Free Panties

My wife is a genius.

Victoria’s Secret used to send us ads with every now and again, usually with a “Free Panty” coupon attach. Of course, the idea is, if you come in and cash it in, you would end up buying something while you were there, whether out of impulse or guilt.

But my wife will not be fooled. She walks in, gets her swag, and leaves with a pink pouch of victory in tow.

Life will always present you with opportunities. The temptation is always to get greedy with them or shy away from them, but there is a third alternative: the quiet strength that empowers you to walk up, claim your destiny, and gracefully walk away.

The choice is yours. The coupon is ready.


In your other life,
you are a warrior princess.
You fight and spar with the younger men,
tell stories and crack jokes with the older men.

Your husband is strong and wealthy and kind
and looks upon you like you were ageless.

You face dragons with your sons
and dance around in fairy crowns with your daughters.

You listen to the wisdom of the widows
and bedeck the young women in flowing dresses.

You eat mutton with your mouth open
and sing sweet songs on the lyre.

Your skin is tough
Your belly full
All you see in the reflection of the waters
is pure beauty

In the morning, you watch the horizon with hope
In the evening, you sprint through the forests,
climbing the tallest tree
just to watch the suns go down.

You dream of flying
and the next morning you sprout wings.

You whisper to the ground and it grows.
All your ways and your days are full of magic.

Imagine now that this other life
is not too far gone,
that it is yours for the taking.
You are full of possibility
and wonder.
Your life is meant to be
a thing of legends.

It’s Okay to Run

Remember, sometimes it’s okay to run

when the building is burning down,

you don’t say, “I’m gonna stare this fire down,”

you get the heck outta there.

Be brave but be sensible.

The Spirit is wise and kind,

if He wants you facing down giants, you’ll take them down

If He wants you gone, just go.

No shame in that.