Middle School

I remember the first boy that liked me. Well, I think he liked me. That or he just wanted to take me to the “Valentine’s Social” for the heck of it. We were in 6th grade. My second year at Lighthouse. We were in Mrs. Shepherd-turned-Duncan’s class. I was pretty chubby, but was learning that [...]

He was wreck.

He was a wreck.
“Why?”, I asked softly.
And the story began…
“It’s silly really, nothing compared to so many people’s problems these days.”
I told him not to belittle his problems. His pain still counts. It obviously hurts.
“Okay, don’t think less of me for any of this. It really is [...]

Overly committed

I read my good friend’s blog this afternoon. Go ahead and read her post below. Then maybe, if you still want to, read what I’m about to write.
I’m the opposite. I am not afraid of commitment, at least not that I know of yet. Maybe it’s somewhere inside of me, and the fear hasn’t risen [...]

Love your neighbor as yourself

The following was written during Sociology class. I normally love the class, but we have an incredibly boring substitute, so I wrote in my journal instead of paying attention (if this doesn’t quite belong here, Cari can remove it):
Love is what I need to write about. And somewhat want to write about. But it doesn’t [...]

The beginning

starts now.