Writings by Cole Huffman


Category: Friendship

Lunchroom Land

When my kids were elementary school students, I sometimes lunched with them. Gawking children would say to my son or daughter, Your dad is tall! I heard that as often as I saw kids wasting whole trays of food. I have two dependents still at home, my youngest daughter (high school) and youngest son (middle school). They’re now at the age where Dad’s appearance in the lunchroom would tend to embarrass, even if I went bearing Chick-fil-A, so I don’t tread into their... Read More
Posted by Cole Huffman at Aug 22
Share |

To See Behind Walls

God knows it’s not easy Taking on the shape of someone else’s pain                         —U2, “The Troubles” The finest definition of empathy I’ve found has it that empathy is the ability to become a naturalized citizen of another’s world. Naturalization, however, introduces its pilgrims to internal conflicts, for to make... Read More
Posted by Cole Huffman at Jul 12
Share |

Camels and Gnats, Terrorists and Refugees

One afternoon a young scholar toiled away on his PhD dissertation at a top American university’s Poverty Research Center. A poor person walked in. He’d seen the sign on the building and figured it was a place to get help. No one in the Poverty Research Center knew what to do except call security on him. Arthur Brooks tells that story in his book The Conservative Heart: How to Build a Fairer, Happier, and More Prosperous America . There in the Poverty Research Center wannabe wonks and social... Read More
Posted by Cole Huffman at Dec 15
Share |