About a year and a half ago, I started attending a church here in Charlotte called Elevation. You can read the whole incredible story of the church’s formation here, but the 30-second version is a preacher named Steven and roughly a dozen of his friends heard a calling from the…
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I’ve always had a big melon. Little league baseball caps never fit, basketball headbands were stretched beyond belief and beanies were hopeless purchases. It’s like the good Lord decided to get a chuckle by putting a watermelon atop my shoulders. So, when the Richard Petty Driving Experience instructor at Las…
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“Ya’ll have no idea how glad I am this place isn’t in your mom’s basement,” I admit with a sigh of relief, moments after opening the door to Karma Tattoo in Talladega, Alabama for a site check. I momentarily question my use of the south’s greatest gift to mankind and…
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This morning, I got my shoes shined for the first time ever. In celebration, I did what every good southern boy would do…I called my mamma. She didn’t answer, but I’m pretty sure I left her a jumbled mess of a message about how awesome it was and how my…
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I have absolutely nothing against vegetarians or vegans. I really don’t. I do, however, fundamentally disagree with and fail to understand their decision to abstain from one of the top three pleasures in life (Joined by yellow cake batter and “Boy Meets World” reruns. Duh.). So, when my boss invited…
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