This post is a response to a writing prompt for my eighth grade class: Write an autobiographical narrative. The theme is Christmas. Today I’ll share a bad Christmas story. Tomorrow, it will be a pleasant one. So here we go…
What does this have to do with adventure you ask. I’ll tell you. The same situation that made me run away, is the impetus for this beautiful, yet safe chapter in life. My problems still exist, but they aren’t giants meant to be slayed. They are what one of my wise friends aptly stated “something you have to go through.” And just because my life isn’t at stake, or I am comfortable (yes, we finally got a bed and real furniture) doesn’t make the experiences less “exciting.”
When I was a child, my father yelled at me for having “Rose Colored Glasses.” He said, I didn’t see
In a moment of vulnerabilty, I cried out to God and asked why. Anybody that knows God, knows he doesn’t answer that question, he tells you the next step you are going to take.
Over the past week I had the privelige of seeing a phenomenon that still has me thinking. Who am I
This time of the year, the web is aflutter with excited kid responses, to gifts they receive. The kid starts
I mentioned in earlier posts that I have visited the same dentist for most of my adult life. I visited
September was the best month. Actually August and October were too. That was when I officially felt 40. All of
