Zack

Where do you go shopping when guilt comes knocking ?
I was sitting outside the library the other day trying to indulge myself a little bit in the fleeting sunlight as another frantic day as Drexel drew to a […]

You can try and understand me, would you forgive me once you did?

Continuing on from last week’s discussion, this week I thought I would talk about forgiveness. The impetus as with last week’s blog being the […]

Accountability; Intent alone is not enough. We must endeavor to do in order to succeed.

Wednesday found me sitting in a hall full of people on Drexel’s main campus. We had gathered to hear about a charity […]

1 Korintiërs 13:11; Toen ik een kind was, Sprak ik als een kind, Ik voelde me als een kind, Ik dacht dat als een kind: nu ik een man geworden, Ik heb weg kinderachtige dingen zetten.
I was thinking a lot this week about how to […]

The other day I was writing away in my notebook when a friend stopped to ask what I was up to. I responded that I was writing a story about what it meant to be a man so that my son would never have to repeat […]

His feet pond the trash littered streets. His breath, turned a ghostly white by the cold South African air, comes in staccato bursts. Past the cars flipped on their sides during the riots the night before. […]

There is a moment for a lot of us. For some it passes with but a whisper. For others it thunders through them like a herd of zebra on the Serengeti Plain. For others still, it is somewhere in the middle; A sort of delicate mix between the serenity of an African sunset and the […]

17 mei 2006 De datum blijft brandde in mijn onderbewustzijn als een dodgy kapsel dat je dacht dat was cool toen je over 13 jaar, alleen te beseffen, als je ouder groeide dat je vreselijk mis. Helaas voor u al, your mother managed to get a picture that she routinely wheels out whenever there are guests […]

Het opstijgende stof van de uitgedroogde aarde drijft in mijn keel, een plakkerig verstikkend gevoel naar de achtergrond geduwd door de bezienswaardigheden voor mij. Van tussen de benen van mijn vader, Ik kijk hoe gladiatoren zich naar elkaar werpen, een taal spreken die een eclectische mix van toespelingen is, hoge tonen, sly glances and barely […]

As the news filtered in from Abuja, Nigeria late on Thursday night last week (August 25th,2011), and the speculation that inevitably goes with such tragedy kicked into high gear; the scenes of frantic efforts to retrieve bodies, the disaffected presenters delivering alternate scenarios for who or what could be behind the bombings and the images […]

Addressing the misconception that soccer and education are separate entities Son: “Dad, I think I have decided what I want to be when I finish secondary school.” Vader: “Right my boy, what is it you have decided to do? Be a doctor like your aunt, a teacher like your mother or a lawyer like your father?" Son: “No Dad, […]