I was raised in a Christian household, with celebrations of religious holidays such as Easter and Christmas. We knew the Bible and its stories, and we prayed before dinner. However, I never understood what it meant to truly celebrate religious … Continue reading Social Media Sacrifice
Dear Future Child, Everyone functions differently. I’m sure you are aware at this point in your life that I’m a planner. I get it from my own mom and despite the “stress” it causes her and the family, according to my father, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Planning each month, each week, each day brings me comfort, security, and satisfaction that I’m doing something with my life, but I sometimes worry that I won’t ever get over this feeling of endless desire to reach the greater purpose of my life (and help you reach yours, of course). I’ll … Continue reading A Letter to My Future Child: Planning with Patience
Dear Future Child, I am writing to you from my college dorm in Kansas. I am not from here, but it feels like home. My other home, my childhood house and city is 200 miles away. Someday, I am hoping to move to Arizona, a warm, sunny place, where you might even be born. I’m not sure where my true home is or if I know what it feels like, but I get glimpses here and there. Home isn’t a place, dear child. It’s a feeling. And I’m hoping that through my letters, my other writings, and my instructions to … Continue reading A Letter To My Future Child: Finding Where You Belong
Dear Future Child, I wanted to teach you a lesson about grandparents. A lesson that will make you run into their arms every time you don’t get your way (or when I refuse your dictator requests for more popsicles, like I did often to my mother). Because believe it or not, grandparents can be your closest ally, after your father and I of course. You wouldn’t believe that amount of support you already have, my dear child. Between your parents, grandparents, and even great-grandparents you are immensely loved and treasured. You will be our greatest joy, and greatest worry. … Continue reading Grandparents: A Letter to My Future Child
I went home over this past weekend, and a few things happen when I go home. I eat way too much. I somehow manage to pick apart my already-bare closet and leave a tornado of evidence. I always go through my old things, even though I know this is a danger zone to proceed with caution only. And yet, I never take mind of my own warning as I frivolously flip through old notes, pictures, letters, and every other old memory that I keep tucked away in a shoebox and out of mind. These shoeboxes used to be my own … Continue reading Ghosts of The Past
If the title didn’t make you roll your eyes in disgust and you kept reading, I would like to say thank you. If the title made you gag and laugh out loud and yet you still kept reading, I am … Continue reading I’m Dating My Best Friend
I am finally home for good (for a month, that is) from college, and I am writing this from my bedroom “office”. This office consists of a thirty-dollar Walmart desk, a stack of unfinished novels, and four jars of pens, … Continue reading Flowers: 12 DOG
As my family and boyfriend likes to say, one of my favorite things to talk about is myself. I don’t know if I agree with this completely, because I talk an awfully lot about literature and food. Mostly just food, … Continue reading 19 in 19: Self Discovery
Everything comes in different shapes and sizes. Heck, they even make mini, regular, and monster size candy bars. Different size containers for French fries, soda pop, nachos. They make small cars (that go fast), for single rich men or billionaires. They make medium size or regular cars for us drivers who occasionally have passengers or a trunk full of groceries to haul around. And then there are giant cars, vans, and trucks, for mothers of quadruplets, a start up rock and roll band, and country boys who are attracted to mud. The point is, the differences in sizes is never … Continue reading The Line
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