These personal stories reflect on some of life’s most impactful experiences.
Looking back at that time , it almost turned into a small memory, I find it strange how things can be completely erased from your mind as if it never happend. One thing this job ...
I know things. Like how no matter where I go, there will always be a part of me climbing, hands splintering as they peel back chipped paint and carry me to the top of the ...
The Burial I always called her Mother. With a sharp, pointy capital “M” to match her sharp and pointy personality. There was nothing soft about her … she was not a mom, mama or mommy. ...
I was thinking recently of Jonathan and I’s story of how God brought us together. Even as I reflect on the very specific details I’m blown away at God and how he meticulously allows everything ...
Well, I could talk about that time that I went hot air ballooning across the beautiful rock formation of Turkey’s Cappadocia as the sun dawned across the white, sparse land…. [fusion_builder_container hundred_percent=”yes” overflow=”visible”][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type=”1_1″ background_position=”left ...
Preston knew what he was doing. John, he was decent. As for myself, I didn’t have a clue. But, half of poker (in my unprofessional opinion) was bluffing, and I was damn good at it. ...
Once there was a girl or a boy whatever floats your boat, but let’s just say this person’s name was Alex. Alex lived in a small town with their 4 older siblings along with their ...
The key makes a half-turn clockwise, opening the door, revealing a hallway I have walked hundreds of time. It is as it always is, except for those few occasions where a neighbor may also be ...
Im sitting at a Panera, where every quality novel, article and blog post imaginable has been written. I can see Steinbeck writhing in disgust as he bites into a red onion he purposefully excluded from ...