Disabled Body, Able Soul

Last weekend, her mom was not able to take care of her, so she stayed with my family. The time spent with her is always a great trial of patience. I found myself constantly failing to remind myself that she does in fact have a mental disorder, and her actions are justified in the eyes of God. I would snap at her and gossip about her to my family members, who felt the same way.

It’s Not Blurry.

I’ve heard the name “Blurred Lines” thrown around lately, and seeing that it has topped Billboard charts for a while, I looked it up and, unfortunately, listened to it. It does have an extremely catchy beat, and made me want to bust a move right there in my room. But, then I read the lyrics […]

You’re Kind of a Big Deal

Think about the coolest thing you've ever made and how excited you were to show it to your friends and family. You didn't find your best creation to be boring, stupid, and ugly. If you had designed the iphone 5, you'd be pretty stoked to show the whole world your handiwork.

Now imagine you had the power to create a person who could think and feel . . . and possibly love you back. I don't know about you, but I'd be pretty obsessed with my person.