While at home, I went on a walk, remembering how, after a long rain, the air would smell like cupcakes or Cheerios as the fumes from General Mills wafted over the trees and rooftops.
Maybe the idea of just anyone traipsing into their precious little neighborhood and enjoying the benefits that they enjoy is too much to cope with. But the reasons ultimately don’t matter.
Never before in my life have I been physically stopped in my tracks by the scent of flowers. Never until I moved to Seattle.
I think you’ll come to appreciate the vibrancy of the human spirit that started living there because someone had to.
I spent a good chunk of my prewriting time for this blog post keeping Satan at bay.
People go nuts over the fact that most people think they’re above average.
While I may have left the country a little more informed, I was mostly confused and overwhelmed about how to live life in a broken world with eight billion people who all needed food, clean water, shelter, education, and community.
Christianity did not remain relevant in the events of the world at large for two thousand years because of strict adherence to dogma.
In the movie, a skipping CD results in a boom box getting kicked in someone’s face. In the Broadway production, the song stops because of a wardrobe-malfunction-turned-social-media-scandal.
Because literature really is the better part of life.