To B, From the Kids

Love is a choice. We choose who to give it to and who to receive it from, and those choices contribute to something incredible, something bigger than all of us. Love is how the world is being brought back to God. The world isn’t changed by people who make the most staggering technological discoveries or political…

Oh, the Horror!

My friends and I were hot stuff in 11th grade, and we knew it. Most of us could drive, so we didn’t have to walk to the CVS to buy sour gummy worms, and we had debit cards so we didn’t have to fumble around with our cash when we were paying the box office for…

Terrence Stewart and the Magic Whatever

“It’s every July 13th,” Mr. Wibb explained. “You’re in here every week practically, what do you mean you’ve never heard of it?” “Mr. Wibb, there is no such thing as the Magic Whatever Sale,” Terrence protested. “Every July 13th, young man,” Wibb’s eye glimmered as he swept his hand across the shelf deeply lined with…

Scott Pilgrim vs. the Feels

I’ve always been a needlessly sentimental kinda guy. That’s not to say that I’m weepy (though, if you identify as being weepy, that’s perfectly ok), but I’ve always found a disproportionate amount of meaning in things that my peers might not have. And that’s part of a long series of me and my peers not…

Sand Slates and Silent Space

Sand Slates and Silent Space It was a sea of monkey bars and swings Chalk outlines for four square, and a handful of trees, A fireman’s pole and gargantuan slide towers. But it was a pit of sand that seemed to rule the recess half hour. Yeah, greater than all that manmade equipment Specially crafted…

Taffy

No one’s life has ever been turned around by an inspirational house sign. Those little plaques sporting quaint warmths like “Home is Where the Heart Is” and “Live, Laugh, Love.” I can’t imagine someone reading those handfuls of words and thinking, “Oh yeah, I never thought of it that way. Home is where the heart is.”…

Every Nook and Cranny

She said it so casually I nearly accepted it without thinking. “Well, you’re never alone in your house after all.” Wait, what? Like God is there with me? (What a hokey thing to say.) “No…” She looked confused. “Like the other person living in your house?” I live alone. It was my aunt’s place if…