My Haunted HouseI’ve only been in a haunted house once. My dad told me about the house on Main Street that his parents once owned, how it belonged to the…Sep 131Sep 131
Living in a World of Sensory OverloadMy world is a world of sensory overload. Noises that reverberate ten-fold in my brain, colors that swirl like a broken kaleidoscope, smells…Sep 6Sep 6
A Hundred Years in the Life of a ChildI hated history in high school — memorizing dates and ancient photos of people I had never known. I challenged my teachers. “Why do I need…Jul 24Jul 24
LOST MEMORIESWhere do memories go when we lose them? Are they trampled like dust beneath our feet? Do they flit through broken blinds like specks of…Jul 17Jul 17
What’s Your Story?We all have a story. Some wear their stories on their sleeves, frayed edges over weary bodies; some tuck it in their hearts, out of view…Jun 7Jun 7
Happy Mother’s Day, MomMy mom has suffered from depression for as long as I can remember. It may have started in her teens, most likely the result of an…May 10May 10
Growing OlderAn inanimate object has only the value of which we place on it. The older the object gets, the more valuable it becomes, sometimes bringing…Apr 18Apr 18
The Judgment We Place Upon Each OtherChurch is supposed to be a safe place. A place to get find peace and protection, without the fear of judgment. But church is often where I…Apr 8Apr 8