For My Father
Today is my dad’s birthday. There’s my dad and me—well, they say that’s me, but I don’t recognise me. It could be my sister. Sweet shoes, though, Dad. I wish you still had those so I could swipe them. I … Continue reading
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Today is my dad’s birthday. There’s my dad and me—well, they say that’s me, but I don’t recognise me. It could be my sister. Sweet shoes, though, Dad. I wish you still had those so I could swipe them. I … Continue reading
My days of freedom are over. Tomorrow morning, I go back to school. To university. So I can travel down three more English courses along my road to becoming a graduate. One might safely argue that I have never really … Continue reading
Due to an unexpected death in my family {Great Uncle Henry was white water rafting at the beginning of July; two weeks later: dead}, I am visiting Mesa, Arizona, where I was born and raised. It’s good to be back … Continue reading
It’s 7:11 a.m. as I sit to type this post. I opened my laptop at 7:10 a.m., and waited until 7:11, because I like that time better. I like times that mean something to me… …Now it’s 7:12. Sad. Sure, … Continue reading
Yesterday in church, I played the organ as the accompanist for the congregation. I’ve been doing this for exactly one year. One year ago, I sat down at the organ bench, took a deep breath, and thought, “What on Earth … Continue reading
I can be kind of harsh sometimes, in case you didn’t notice. It is for this reason that I think I would make an excellent advice columnist. I’ve always thought Ann Landers was way too tactful. Unfortunately, no newspaper will … Continue reading
You know the question people sometimes ask when they try to get to know you? The one that goes, “If you could describe yourself in one word, what would it be?” I hate that question. I am not a very … Continue reading