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"Sometimes you try
To understand
How love can come and go again.
Just when you think
Your heart won't mend
It's love that finds you in the end."
---Clark Country, Sometimes
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A little poptarted
Tonight for dinner I made myself a small bowl of ghetto nachos followed by a second course of Frosted Brown Sugar Poptarts. I'm not entirely sure I am the kind of person who should be in charge of helping other people get their lives organized.
Also, I was listening to a sermon on the way home and the pastor was talking about shame and how we've ( Read more... ) -
Be-fume
After a long day at work requesting court documents for custody battles, employment termination letters, job search logs, physician's notes, section 8 housing papers, pay stubs, and notarized copies of absolutely everything, I started my car and drove down the highway listening to the sweet music of traffic reports, my quarter tank reminder alarm, ( Read more... ) -
All that Jazz
After reading several depressing, though well written fiction pieces, my soul was starting to feel heavy and congested, so I picked up Blue Like Jazz for a second read. Donald Miller has my dream job. Some day I hope to be as inspired and wise and connected to the heart of God to write like him. In the meantime, I will have to borrow his words ( Read more... ) -
Q&A
Only a month late I'm finally getting around to answering some questions.
Joel's question(s): "Describe teen-age Karen [14-16] what teenager things was she obsessed with? [what type of music, which movie stars did she gush over, what was her fashion like]."
Teenage Karen was fairly angsty. At 13 I was pretty much Daria incarnate minus the combat ( Read more... )
