Uncovering lies, leaving untrustworthy excuses, and chasing God’s calling. I was on the mat, 40 pushups behind me and gearing up for the next part of my workout, when I saw an athlete bite it on the treadmill. He, along with three other incoming freshmen, was trying out for the men’s soccer team. The assistantContinue reading “Run hard after Him.”
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Five ways journaling has improved my life
When I’m writing, I’m actively engaged with life. When I’m not writing, I’m just going through the motions. Since the 29-day writing challenge I did in February (successfully writing from every daily prompt), I’ve felt more myself more at peace with life more excited about life, and more interested in the world around me. ThoseContinue reading “Five ways journaling has improved my life”
Good Reads: Risks people take for fishing poles, philosophies, and friendship
This post is part of a series recommending narrative, longform journalism and nonfiction pieces. Is it worth it? It could be anything. A dive into alligator-infested waters, a move away from everything you know, a climb up a stretch of rock others have labelled unclimbable. Is it worth the risk? Sometimes, we step up to the forksContinue reading “Good Reads: Risks people take for fishing poles, philosophies, and friendship”
Sitting in the dark, eating ice cream by myself
Ice cream is no fun by yourself. That’s what I thought last night as I sat with my little bowl of orange sherbet carved from the brick of Turkey Hill I bought last week for $4.99. I was sitting alone on the first floor of the house I live in, where all the lights areContinue reading “Sitting in the dark, eating ice cream by myself”
Girl Meets World has already disappointed me, and I’m not holding my breath for it to get any better
I’m not a negative person. Typically, I’m the first to spot a cloud’s silver lining and the spark from lightning that lights up the rainforest in a good way. But Girl Meets World, in its premiere episode, made me cringe enough to turn the TV off as soon as the ending credits rolled and decide no, thisContinue reading “Girl Meets World has already disappointed me, and I’m not holding my breath for it to get any better”
NYC Week Fourteen: 10 things I miss about home and school (aka rural America)
Read last week’s post here or view all other New York City posts. I’d just settled on the bench, purse and my bag of leftover food from work on my lap, one per leg. Done with work, time to wait for the F train and go home. “Meredith?” I looked up to see a familiar face, soft round featuresContinue reading “NYC Week Fourteen: 10 things I miss about home and school (aka rural America)”
When the perfect job becomes a total nightmare
Some things shouldn’t change. My first job was one that did. Last week, I posted this piece on Medium. I wrote it last semester for Advanced Creative Writing and have been holding onto it, waiting to be sure I wasn’t returning to my old job and wanting to be careful about where I shared itContinue reading “When the perfect job becomes a total nightmare”
NYC Week Six: Rejoining the workforce
Read last week’s post here or view all other New York City posts. I rose early this morning, beating the sun by a hair. Crawling out of bed, I shut off my alarm, turned on my desk lamp, and paused, sighed. 6 a.m. Day has broken. A quick trip to the bathroom, splashing water on my face, andContinue reading “NYC Week Six: Rejoining the workforce”
NYC Week Four: Seeing the homeless
Read last week’s post here or view all other New York City posts. I wanted to give him my peanut butter sandwich. Him. The man standing directly in front of me on the 6 train, dirt under his fingernails, clothes faded and filthy. I wanted to give him my peanut butter sandwich, made with the last scrapings fromContinue reading “NYC Week Four: Seeing the homeless”
Week Two in New York City: Hey, stranger
Read last week’s post here or view all other New York City posts. Everyone wants a “Friends” apartment, to live with BFFs or favorite (read only) siblings and figure out life together, with a few fights and whole lot of fun along the way. I have yet to experience anything close to that. Over the past threeContinue reading “Week Two in New York City: Hey, stranger”
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