A little more about me.

When I’m not writing, thinking, or trying to make sense of human behavior, I enjoy staying active. Walking, hiking, and bicycle riding give me an excuse to get outside and clear my head. I also enjoy motorcycle riding—there’s something wonderfully therapeutic about being on the road with nowhere in particular that you have to be.

I have an appreciation for good humor, questionable humor, and humor that probably should have been left unsaid. I enjoy bad puns and dad jokes far more than my family probably thinks I should. In fact, I firmly believe that a truly terrible pun deserves to be shared at least once.

I also enjoy the simple things: good conversation, exploring ideas, learning something new, and occasionally discovering that I was wrong about something I was absolutely certain I understood.

I also value solitude. I’m comfortable with my own company—sometimes perhaps a little too comfortable. I talk to myself, think out loud, retreat from the noise of the world, and occasionally disappear for a while into the quiet.

Those periods of solitude aren’t necessarily about withdrawing from people; they’re often about recharging, reflecting, and listening. I need time away from the demands and distractions of life to sort through my thoughts, regain perspective, and simply be still.

At times, that retreat becomes especially important spiritually. There are seasons when I want little more than myself, my God, and an unhurried conversation with Him. Some of my most meaningful thoughts—and some of my most honest prayers—have emerged from those quiet places.

I suppose you could say I enjoy people immensely, but I don’t always need people around me. I’m an extrovert in some settings and a hermit by appointment.