Wrinkles
I was once told the way that my eyebrows slope down symbolizes wisdom, but it looks like sadness, which might be the same thing.
With This Ring
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.
Know the Place
Here’s today’s morning devotion for the senior class.
In Defense of Ideals
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.
Something About Being a Man
This is a theme with guys: if you’re going to be vulnerable, you do it right as you are walking away.
It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood
One of our neighbors is a nosy elderly lady named Linda. I love Linda.
Returning (A Love Letter)
First, this is a poem to say thank you
for taking me back to Budapest.
Freshman Orientation
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.
How Have You Been Praying about This?
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.
The Reality of Fear
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.
