The a is in brackets, because, if you take out the a, the rest of the words spell “revel”. To revel is to understand, to dwell, on something. Surround yourself with it. That’s the goal of our lives - to dwell on the things of our faith. Whether it be... [Continue reading]
I have spent about a month chatting with a variety of students with tattoos on campus. In the next couple of days, I will be sharing their stories here...
"The past couple of weeks have been pretty overwhelming. It's not so much that I've had a lot going on in life (especially since quitting the worse of my two summer jobs). But there's definitely been plenty going on in my head..."
"This car is one panic stop away from the brakes hitting the floor."
Anxiety isn't always "panic attacks". Anxiety is sitting upright at your desk with a smile on your face...while a barrage of random thoughts rage so violently in your head that your ears are literally buzzing. It's sitting at that same desk, working feverishly to note every word the professor says...not because you care that much, … Continue reading Anxiety Is…
I reached for my journal, but I stopped short when my eyes fell on the empty space on my desk where the battered leather book was supposed to be. And then I remembered. In a flash of white-hot rage my hand swiped across the surface of the desk, sending books and papers and office supplies … Continue reading Excerpt: Momma’s Journal
Imagine seeing the world through red-tinted glasses. Red’s linked to aggressive behavior – that’s what the scientists say, isn’t it? So imagine seeing everything in red, all the time. Imagine that anger boiling in your blood, every second of the day. Like an unquenchable, raging forest fire, increasing in its fury and wrath as it … Continue reading Short Story: The Bully
I haven't posted anything original in a while...here's something to fill the void while I finish my most recent people projects 🙂
The following is a piece written by a Veteran who prefers to remain anonymous. If this resonates with you, please share your experience below.
I need to compete.
I need the eyes of judgement and assessment on me holding me accountable.
I need the struggle and hardship of pushing myself to be better, mentally and physically.
I need to sweat, breath heavy until the taste of metal creeps into my throat, I need the pain of pushing my physical limits.
I need hard work.
I thrive in this primitive element of strain.
Call me simple, but I need to be on edge, sharp, always honing the blade.
Life’s struggles has had that blade smashed on a rock until dull and bent, that primitive animal state, emaciated. ‘Like driving a Ferrari with the e-brake on’ a friend once told me.
There is a way back. I just need to find it.
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This is a story I did for the Springfield News-Sun as part of my journalism practicum. As I've been telling everyone I talk to about covering this story, it's easily one of the best stories I've covered yet. I haven't posted a 'people' story in a while, and so in light of the fact that I will … Continue reading Li’l General