Lance
Museum curator/director/Vice President with a decade in institutions; shares perspectives on museum work, programming, and professional development in the field.
First Hold Reveals My Life’s Purpose
Title: A Letter To My son Landon, I remember the first time I held you. It felt as if the entire world stopped spinning for a moment just so I could meet you. You looked at me with such ease, as if you already knew who I was, and when I looked back at you, all I could think was that you are my purpose. I held you while your mother watched, and I just talked to you. I told you to listen closely because from that moment forward, we were forever connected.
Rising Gas Prices Spark Interest in Electric Bikes
Gas prices are getting ridiculous, honestly. I’ve been thinking about getting an electric bike even though I already have a regular one. What yall think?
Vulnerability Reveals Our Authentic, Unfiltered Self
Each day, I’m uncovering a version of myself I didn’t know I was allowed to be. Not the one shaped by expectations or the need to appear unshaken but the one underneath all of that. The one that feels, questions,...
Fatherhood Is My Greatest Title and Motivation
My greatest title is being Landon’s father. Everything else jobs, degrees, accomplishments comes second. He’s my motivation.
Spring Break Reveals How Fast Childhood Slips Away
This spring break with my son felt different in a way I can’t quite shake. Time didn’t just pass, it pressed in on me. I found myself sitting in moments longer, watching him, listening harder, realizing how quickly he’s becoming...
Wisdom Gains Distance, But Diminishes Feeling
Thinking Out Loud Have you ever missed yourself, the version that didn’t think so much, that just felt and moved? Before life taught you to measure every step, to turn risk into something safe, something controlled. You used to jump, not because you were fearless, but because you didn’t...
Gray Beard Hairs Prompt Unexpected Reflection on Mortality
What’s interesting is it feels like every day I notice a new gray or white hair in my beard and mustache. I recognize that I’m getting older, and I actually look forward to that, but seeing the gray show up...
When Love Becomes a Sacred, Unheld Whisper
Thursday Poem: Have you ever loved someone so deeply you almost whisper their name to God then stop because you are not sure if you are asking for them or asking to be released Has it been love if it lives more in your spirit...
Crowdsourcing a 1‑10 Rating for Black Museums
I want to start a museum list and rate them on a scale from 1 to 10. Just because I work in museums does not mean I have been to them all. There are over 35,000 museums in the United...