Dear Younger Me: Writing

Dear younger me, To write is to bleed. There will be nights when your typewriter keys are soaked with blood, dark, sticky, and dripping. Blood metallic and warm on your fingertips. There will be days when your paper is splattered with drops of blood as you rapturously grasp at everything, at nothing. There will be... Continue Reading →

Scraps of Paper

I can't write about it because I wasn't there. But I've grown up in its aftermath. Every autumn, that one day. Homework wasn't due; assignments weren't added; class wasn't roudy or noisy. And, for one of the few times of the year, the old box-set TV screens were turned on, buzzing to life as disoriented... Continue Reading →

If Only

I was so meek, so insecure. So tentative, I couldn't see everything it kept me from. Everything it kept me from. How am I supposed to be a great author, like Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, when I did not spend my childhood authoring? When my waking moments were not dedicated to creating, composing, writing like they... Continue Reading →

Dear Younger Me: Passion

Dear younger me, Passion is infinitely important, my child. And you are so passionate. I can still see you. There is not an animal you don't think is cute, an essay you don't love to write, or a flower you can't find joy in. For all the battles you've fought, you have an extravagant passion... Continue Reading →

Fighting Goodbye

The three stood in a silent circle, gazing down at the sleepy little dog, lingering in the kitchen like night mist before the idyllic rise of the morning blaze. The silence hung like fog on their skin, in their eyes, in their lungs. As empty as ghosts, as overflowing as giddy children. To be such... Continue Reading →

Dear Younger Me: Pain

Dear younger me, Oh beautiful, I'm so sorry. I could've saved you from so much. So much pain, so much regret, so many painted smiles. You'll write in blood for quite a while. There will be times when you think the bleeding won't ever stop. Know it does; God heals all wounds. Even these. It's... Continue Reading →

New Goodbyes

Life changes. A guaranteed constant. Everyone always tells you that it's good. That, while it's sad to leave some places and people behind, whatever comes will be just as good, maybe better. More of life to experience and enjoy. Often times this is subsequently accompanied by an earnest afterthought of cherish the present moments too,... Continue Reading →

Dear Younger Me: Love

Dear younger me, I made some mistakes with this one. Love is pain, darling. It's beautiful, but it hurts. I'm talking about earthly love, of course. The imperfect kind. For all your wisdom, you were naïve the first time. It's not your fault. For all the lessons learned, you were too idealistic the second time.... Continue Reading →

Dear Younger Me: Faith

Dear younger me, For I am the Lord your God who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear, I will help you. Isaiah 41:13 You'll use this verse quite often. I could tell you how important faith is; I could advise you to keep walking with God; I could... Continue Reading →

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