One year, some year, I received one of those coffee cups with your name on it that gives the meaning of your name and some poem or something that goes along with the meaning. My name means “strength, virtue” (at least if I’m to believe my coffee cup). Somewhere along the line of packing, moving, and unpacking it got cracked, chipped really, but it’s still useable. It was a providential alteration as I think it fits who I am much better now that it’s cracked and imperfect than it did before.
You can reach me to complain, make story suggestions, correct my grammar or talk about suing me by writing to crackedvirtueAThotmail.com.
Bri,
I’m digging your blog. I’ve read every article and love the story of you and Josh at Chicago. It was cracking me up – the part about Josh laughing at your ability (or inability) to master Chicago’s transit system was great.
I’ll email you soon and give an update on my life. It’s been too long friend.
Joel
Joel, would love to hear from you man, it has been too long!
Saw that you link to Justice and Compassion – So I thought you might be interested in this. – Here’s a video about churches fighting poverty and its consequences.
I actually was impressed by your post. it’s a very good read. and well worth the time I spent doing so. I’ll check out some of your other posts as well. Thanks, actually I may subscribe to your blog.
a great blog, so pleased that i stumbled across it.