10 Oct
Perfect, Shmerfect
Graphic by Josh Ulmer
Not too long ago, I discovered an amazing phenomenon. I learned that I can’t be perfect in everything.
8 Oct
Touch Screen Living
When it comes down to it, are all of our relationships really as secure and deeply rooted as our texting thumbs are swift?
6 Oct
Dude, Where’s My Car?
I packed my things, and my friends walked me to the parking lot where I had parked my car, only to find—oh wait, IT’S NOT THERE!
3 Oct
Burning Ring of Fire
When you are a male, there is an instinct that attracts you to fire. With danger involved and possible destruction, man is drawn to fire like a teenage girl to a shoe sale. However, every once and a while, man underestimates the power of fire.
A couple years ago, I was hanging out with several friends at my parents’ house. When it started to get dark, someone eagerly suggested we use the fire pit in the back yard, and I jumped at the opportunity.
29 Sep
Another Game…Another Heart-Attack
Sniffing the air, the sweet aroma gently caressed my nostrils, Aw, if ‘Perfect’ had a scent, surely it would be thee! Few smells can stir such emotion, or command such passion as the glorious fragrance of–a hockey bag. Each piece of equipment uniquely perfuming the air: the odor of sweaty shoulder-pads bringing back my first childhood game, the scent of moldy shin pads rekindling thoughts of glorious goals. The time has come after four-year hibernation from hockey, I would return to the ice–and recapture my former glory.
26 Sep
Rock and Roll…
I was having one of those days where I couldn’t seem to stay awake. After class I went out to my car and started driving home. When I finally pulled up to the apartment complex, beautiful thoughts were beginning to fill my head: Thoughts of my soft pillow; thoughts of my quiet room; thoughts of the giant rock right in front of me. GIANT ROCK?!
24 Sep
If At First You Don’t Succeed…Maybe You Shouldn’t Drive
The piercing squeal of burning tires roared over top the rambunctious crowd. An entire lifetime boiled down to this. Swerving my car around the final turn I gazed towards the finish line. This is who I am; I was born to drive…
23 Sep
A Prayer Warrior in the Making
I’ve never been much of a prayer warrior, but thankfully I am the daughter of one. My mom is the kind of woman who wakes before the sun in order to make sure her daughters are covered in prayer before their alarm clocks ever go off. I’ve always been humbled by my mom’s intercession but never really understood it…until now.
22 Sep
It’s all Greek to Me…
Blood ran thick with battle lust. The line between friend and foe became blurred. The fierce would defeat the fainthearted in pursuit of the ultimate prize. There would be casualties, but that is the price of war. It was sixth grade class presentations and only one set of parents would be left standing.
19 Sep
Memory Lapse
There are just two things about my summer that I didn’t like – the seven-hour flight to Anchorage and the half-hour flight to Kenai.
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