“Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.”
Maybe that’s a self-absorbed way of thinking of things. Maybe I am an attention seeker and that’s just something I’ve got to deal with. Maybe I’m just one voice, crying out against billions of other voices, wanting to be heard by one person I don’t even know is out there listening.
We are in the age of superhero movies and TV shows. Marvel and D.C. are fighting for our attention and we don’t have to be convinced to watch them. Whether or not we know the backstories of each hero doesn’t matter so much as it matters that we crave this genre, particularly at this time in history.
There are days when it seems like everything is irritating and nothing is changing like it should. It feels like standing still while everything and everyone around you is moving so quickly that you can’t even see anything except for blurs.
Today marks my oldest brother’s 30th birthday! I figure that such a momentous birthday milestone should warrant a Josh appreciation blog post of its own. My brother and I are 7 years apart. We haven’t always been close, but I have always looked up to […]
If I ever learn anything while being at home, it’s that I love my parents even more every time I see them. Hugs from your parents (when your parents are as loving as mine) have some sort of healing powers. I’ve still had anxiety while here, but my depression has been gone.
Explaining how I feel about my mom is an interesting thing to do. It’s difficult to put into words, because I don’t know how to properly describe the woman who not only gave me life, but gave my life meaning and so much love.
This is the story of how someone I used to call Grandma became a very real monster in my own home. How she tried to drive wedges between my family members, pulled my uncles away from their sister, and actually succeeded in tearing down a part of me that I’ve only just now regained.
*Post has been edited for length and because WordPress doesn’t like one of my paragraphs. Did that title get you here? In my philosophical writing class this semester, we are discussing abortion and the process behind it being either morally permissible or morally impermissible. Not […]