I haven’t really wanted to sit down and write this, mostly because I haven’t known what to say. Writing is often a way for me to make sense of things, to wrestle through thoughts and come to some sort of conclusion, and I knew I didn’t have any good answers for what I saw and experienced in Haiti. I don’t have any good answers, but I know we need to look for them. It’s been three weeks since I boarded the plane in Port-au-Prince, eager to escape the warmed odor... Read The Rest →

I had often seen Dr. Redick pop a wheelie on his bike, stand up on the pedals and speed across campus. I had heard rumors that he ran the Noland trail everyday, listened to crazy second-hand stories about his life, and was told by many students to take one of his classes. And, I did— I was curious. Besides, I had never met a professor that wore Birkenstocks. Or Hawaiian shirts. There was a day in that class Dr. Redick showed us pictures from his travels when he was in... Read The Rest →

Foggy Morn, out in the back field. 6AM wake-up. Couldn’t resist.