A few years ago, my friend Brendan told me that he could always tell what was going on in my life at any time based on the state of my hair. I sat on the edge of his bed while he sat on the edge of his desk chair, some friend from film class filling the … Continue reading A Love Letter to the Control Freaks: It’s Okay to Let Go
I have an older sister, she’s great and we are really good friends, but it wasn’t always that way. We’re less than a year apart, so growing up we fought A LOT, and we weren’t above physical altercations. One time, when we were both teenagers, we were driving to our dad’s house on a cold, … Continue reading If This Nation is Ever to Unite, We Must Understand One Another’s Pain.
Proverbs 25:28 “A man without self-control is like a city broken into and left without walls.” Ever since I was a small child, I’ve struggled with the sins of lust and masturbation. But until recently, I didn’t realize how deep those sins were rooted. Five months ago, I was exactly what Proverbs 25:28 talks about … Continue reading God Confronted My Struggle With Lust and Masturbation
Lorde’s hit song, Tennis Court, contains a lyric that captivates me. “It’s a new art form, showing people how little we care.” Part of me wonders if she wrote that after scrolling through her Facebook newsfeed on a midweek afternoon. She probably didn’t. But that lyric perfectly illustrates one ugly, uncomfortable truth: you and I … Continue reading Hey Christians, I’ve Got a Bone to Pick with Your Facebook Rants
*Written by Richard Thackston My first memory of my mother isn’t really a memory at all. It’s more of a fragmented, dream-like outline, shaded and color-washed by the stories of others. I have never been sure which sounds and images are my own and which belong to someone else, mere byproducts of hearing the story … Continue reading My Mother Tried to Shoot Me
“Don’t judge a book by its cover.” We’ve all heard this phrase before. It means that what you project on the outside doesn’t define who you are on the inside. Because the cover is the smallest part of who you are. I don’t believe in this phrase. When I browse for new books I look only at … Continue reading Judge My Cover
Do you ever feel like you are too much? Too competitive? Too sensitive? Too Loud? Too quiet? Sometimes I struggle feeling like I am too much of something, in my case, it is usually too competitive. The other day it was a beautiful sunny day outside, one of the first signs of spring and I … Continue reading Why Less Isn’t More.
Lingua wrecked is sort of a “lingua franca” of those who wrestle in life; a connecting language that links your experience to my experience and to the life of that guy on the curb by the liquor store. If lingua franca is a “bridge language, a language systematically used to make communication possible between people not sharing a mother … Continue reading Lingua Wrecked