Every three months I go through all the articles I have written (within that timeframe) and flag some of them as recommended, and go through articles previous categorized as recommended to ensure they still are. These articles are the ones that I am most proud of and feel you should definitely read… old or not. :)
Death is never easy, even when expected. Last week, my fiance’s aunt died after a two month battle against pancreatic cancer. Her decline was rapid, faster than her family was prepared for. But, in the wake of her death, sitting next to my soon-to-be mother-in-law, holding her hand as she looked at her newly departed sister, I couldn’t help but realize as I always do in the near aftermath of someone’s death — it brings people together. And from what little I’ve gathered of Coleen, that’s exactly what she would have wanted.
Read more of this article.Searching for a song fitting for the father-daughter dance at my wedding has made me ponder my relationship with my father quite a bit over the last several weeks. I’ve come to realize how much of our bond is unspoken and difficult to describe. In many ways, it is stunted and as it was when I was twelve and our family was going through some rough times. The lines of communication are more difficult than they are with my mother, who is, in many ways, a real friend.
Read more of this article.This post is a little late, but I’ve been trying to decide the best angle to approach it from, what specific facet of this major event I wanted to discuss. I’m still not sure, to be entirely honest. But let’s lay it all on the table now before I ramble myself into a hole: I’m engaged. Last weekend Randy and I went up to Bellingham to check out some potential wedding venues. Saturday, between two venues and while looking for crabs at a waterfront park, Randy hid the ring beneath one, and after flipping it over on the pretense of looking for crabs, seeing two and asking, “Why did you have me flip this rock over,” then looking once more to see the ring as he moved to his knee, I found my jaw agape.
Read more of this article.I try not to think about my age much. Whenever I stop and think about the fact that I’m only 19, well, I guess the only “emotion” I can attribute to it is disappointment. I don’t feel 19, I don’t know how old I feel. Part of the issue is that I’ve always felt at least somewhat older than both other people my age and the “adult” world’s perception of people my age. In my current condition (read: career job, going back to school knowing exactly what I want, being at peace with who I am, seeing marriage in my short-term future), I feel leagues older than what American culture seems to think a 19 year old should be. This cultural perception frustrates me.
Read more of this article.Read more of this article.When you know yourselves, then you will be known, and you will understand that you are children of the living Father. But if you do not know yourselves, then you live in poverty, and you are the poverty.
— The Gospel of Thomas, saying 3
