Tunnel Vision is a short story written by Kelli J. Gavin and shared with The Ugly Writers. Tunnel Vision All Roads Lead to Rome. I remember hearing that statement when I was a child. I didn’t have a clue…
Each of us has known someone with cancer, and many of us have lost someone because of cancer. Cancer isn't political. Cancer doesn't normally attack people based on skin color. Cancer doesn't discriminate. But apparently tonight, some people are slightly skewed in their thinking and believe that this man's death doesn't count.
I lost a friend 25 years ago. She was kidnapped from Goodfellow Air Force Base and raped and murdered. I have thought of her many times over the years and have prayed for her family. My heart still hurts more than I thought. The tears came so quickly at just the thought of her that I alarmed both my kids.
The storm raged on, and our mom settled my sister and I in the back corner on the folding bed with the squeaky springs. My sister began to read the book she had brought downstairs instead of her pillow.
Sometimes people apologize, and sometimes they do not. Some people are never able to humble themselves enough to recognize when they have done sometime wrong, and should even apologize in the first place.
I have always loved exploring. Whether it is a building, a forest, a mountainside, it doesn't really matter to me. If I haven't been there before, I will always want to see it. I want to walk hills I haven't tread prior. I want to sit in the tall grasses and make braided crowns with my children. I also want to walk where someone may have never walked before. Each adventure bears a story that should be shared.
When you meet your future husband, remember that you are young and cover your relationship with a whole lot of grace. Love will hit you hard and fast and you will realize what true love is all about. Do not let your heartache over your own parent's divorce make you doubt your relationship. Your parents relationship failed, yours will not. You will grow up together.
When I was a small child, I can remember my dad's appreciation of all things outdoors. He loved the woods and lakes and all wildlife that surrounded. He found beauty in each snowflake, treasured the fresh air that could only be found in country living and turned to God's creation to supply for our needs.
Never chase anyone. I won't chase. But I also won't fall apart. I will miss my friend. I will miss texting, our late-night laughs, our giggles and catching up over coffee. Our meals that turn into 2 then 3 and 4 hours long. But I will never disturb them again.
Ocean Restoration The only hit I have ever welcomed was the slap of a wave First, my ankles and then my thighs Shocked by the coolness yet I welcome it again and again When my waist is consumed and…
When you can not go any further, when your body gives out, when pain takes over, when your heart can't do it anymore, never view it as giving up. Today I made the wise decision to stop, catch my breath and let my body heal.
I never want to be known as a liar. Not at 10 or at 43. For sure not at 43. Because I have learned my lesson. I never want to see that look of disappointment on anyone's face.
I choose to live each day to fullest, to seek out others who choose to do the same and share my faith. That is where my true inner strength is found. A confidence in what I hope for, yet can not see.
Every part of my body is paying the price for whatever happened, all while I thought I was sleeping. Sleep now doesn’t seem to be a precious commodity when it comes time to face it tonight.
How do people walk away from a house? At what time is a house deemed so beyond repair that leaving it and some of its contents seemed feasible?