One day during that time I was driving around Quincy in my old red Escort and was struck by lyrical inspiration-- I absolutely had to write down these words while they were still fresh in my mind! So I pulled over onto the side of the road, only to discover that I had left my Mead notebook in my dorm room that day. I frantically searched my car for something to write on; what I found was a brown paper bag. I had no other choice but to use what I had-- I wrote down the poem that had presented itself in my consciousness so urgently on that bag. Later I decided that I would name my first album Brown Paper Bags, because inspiration often presents itself in the most unremarkable of moments and ways.

Well, I never became a Christian rock star, nor did I record that album. But this blog is an homage to that dream-- a dream that never quite died, but metamorphosed over the years as I changed and matured, both in my faith and as a person. And now here I am ten years later with a new set of hopes and dreams. I've set the angst-filled poetry aside for a better application of my writing talents, but I still carry a pen with me everywhere I go, trusting that when inspiration strikes, a brown paper bag will always be in reach.