But regardless of his insistence that I follow his exact instructions or else something might go Terribly Wrong, I’d come too far to go back now.
Here’s today’s morning devotion for the senior class.
When I got home one day and saw him pathetically trying to work, I summoned up the vision of the ideal wife and did what she would do.
This is a theme with guys: if you’re going to be vulnerable, you do it right as you are walking away.
One of our neighbors is a nosy elderly lady named Linda. I love Linda.
First, this is a poem to say thank you
for taking me back to Budapest.
Will Montei made me feel infinitely better about moving to college and leaving everyone behind, simply because no matter how sad and alone I felt, at least I wasn’t him.
When I hear someone say they don’t really pray, or that prayer is boring—both lines I have used—my first instinct is to question how they pray.
We think the world is going to hell. Every single generation has in some respect thought their world was going to hell. Right now, it’s not.
I’d like your advice on this, because I’m not sure if I’ve done the right thing.