Confessions From Bittered Nostalgia

I hear - more often than not - people referring to their childhood as “The good ol’ days.” In fact, many go as far as to say they wish they could return to the uncomplicated times of their youth. Go back to the ages of simplicity, free of all responsibility and obligations that lay in... Continue Reading →

My Skin

White. We picture angels, purity, a better place, cleanliness. Black. We associate darkness, immorality, infection, grime. For a color that has such benign attributes, I find no favor whatsoever. The color I speak of, the color of my skin, fills me with a deep-seated abhorrence, I have no control over the quarrels of. I find... Continue Reading →

I am a Sucker For Sentiment

I cannot express to you the amount of times I have heard the promise, “I’m here for you.” from individuals I no longer have even the slightest of communication with. It’s almost as if there was a worldwide newsletter that I, somehow, missed. We treat the words we speak so lightly, yet, are they not... Continue Reading →

Resentment Does Not Suit me

I've never been the type to hold grudges. Despite my numerous attempts at latching onto bitterness and harsh feelings, I simply cannot. I frequently find myself in situations where I am apologizing for things that are, without a doubt, not my fault, forming an internal god complex for those who were last found harming me,... Continue Reading →

THOSE Homeschoolers

Admit it, you, too, have been guilty of playing into the mainstream media’s persona it has, somehow, created for the image of homeschoolers. Don’t pretend you aren’t aware of the attributes I am referring to, either. It isn’t anything to be ashamed of, heck, I’m home schooled and I’ve fallen victim to the, apparently, all-knowing,... Continue Reading →

Don’t Insult Me By Your Stares

Yes, I see them. The looks of failing will power and obligation. I feel them. I feel them hot on my neck like the thundering breath of an awakened grizzly. As I enter the doors of yet another church building, I step foot, willingly, to a varying environment. At the back of my mind, though,... Continue Reading →

Dear Parents, You Are Doing Alright

I look back on my adolescent years with nothing but fondness. My younger days were filled with silliness and laughter, imagination and playtime, family and so, so, very much love. There was never a day that went by I did not feel cared for. You hear, quite frequently, people titling their guardian as “world’s best... Continue Reading →

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