Author: Jim Mitchem

Met a dude named Max out here in Ballantyne this morning.  He was running the track in all orange U of Miami gear. As he went by I said something like, “So you like Miami?” He said yes, and we ended up talking for 15 min. He’s 26. Ethnic New Jersey. Interesting guy. Fast brain. He brought up how crazy people are out here with the idea of “status.” Ended up telling him about my epiphany, and there was an…

The following is from my 13-year-old daughter, Cozette: *** Wake up. Stop the alarm and get up. The life of a swimmer is early morning practice, afternoon late practice, and constantly thinking about how to loose time. But can you? You’re racing yourself, not the person beside you. But you want to win. Maybe swimmers are never on TV because people fear the deep? Maybe because it’s not important to some, but to us … it is. A passionate swimmer…

America is not a machine. It’s not a cold assembly line filled with widgets and driven by gears and grease. It is not intended to provide ROI for a board of directors. America is a bubbling ocean of human emotion and experience containing billions of conflicting ideas. The only concepts that ALL Americans align with are liberty and justice. That’s it. That’s all. And that’s everything. Back in the 90s, I was coming out of a dogmatic stupor as a southern republican and ended up voting for a…

This is a blog post to all my old friends and family who have let “politics” get in the way of real and burgeoning relationships. I love you. I do. And I know you’re probably tired of hearing me talk poorly about our current president and his administration, but I still can’t believe you actually fell for this guy. I also get that you’re tired of the smugness of the liberals and progressives. I totally do. They’re educated urbanites and…

Last night at some point I went onto Facebook to see people raving about an ad for 84 Lumber that caught everyone’s attention. I’m a big proponent of advertising that’s different, and this one was. It was beautifully shot, directed, acted, and scored–it was an Oscar contender. But … it was a cliffhanger. You had to visit the 84 Lumber website to see how the story ends. Only, the site crashed due to traffic. Do you mean to tell me…

  Art is born on fire. A miraculous spark. A divine appointment. Its only desire, release.   Art is beast that lives in your chest, clawing to get out. Best to accept this inherent truth and let it run to the farthest corners of your heart, nearly out of site, where wonder lives.   Then have the courage to let it live outside of you amid the chaos where it will take root in another— encouraging similar release.   Art…