“1-800-273-8255” is a song who’s title gives the number for the national suicide hotline. It’s a song about suicide and fighting the fight to want to live.
I responded back to her, “I’m good. How are you?” She said she was good, too, and asked about my wife, who I said was fine. The conversation ended there.
I’ve never been camping but I hear it’s beautiful. I’ve never been much of an outdoorsman but I desire to commune with nature in an organic way the older I get.
Is there something to this life? Some kind of secret I have yet to discover? Some days it still feels like I’m searching for my identity.
We’re not doing a good job of protecting innocence. I didn’t realize how important it was until I lost my innocence. I think we all have different barriers of forbidden ground, those lines in the sand that we shouldn’t cross that we do.
I can’t remember. I’m obsessed with remembering but I can’t remember. I struggle to remember my mother’s voice or the things she used to say.
A woman in Georgia killed her children and husband and then phoned the police to come and get her. It was a tragedy running on our Twitter feeds and Facebook timelines.
I sat in church Sunday listening to the preacher’s words about the popular Bible story, “The Prodigal Son,” with fascination as he hammered home points I’d never thought of before. There was so much richness and depth as he talked about this lost boy who had taken his family for granted and said, “I want my inheritance now. Forget you father.”
This is a small town state…
I love how it’s networked together like a web. However, in that web there are some spiders of the status quo (life as usual) that try to pen us immovably in those places where tradition rules over flexibility.
Marriage will draw you to the mirror. Turn on the sink and drink.
I’m anxious today, because my wife and I have made a decision to choose health over what feels good.
My wife and I arrived here on a 70-degree Sunday in the late afternoon. We had listened to two albums as we made our way down sleepy I-10 fighting to stay awake.
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