here is no one else i've shared a room with longer than ally. first, it was 315 petticoat lane, boyd hall, then a semester in prague, only to finish out our academic career with a spacious one bedroom on hunting. fall of 2000, we entered k-state together, she in interior architecture and i in architecture. our room was the best in the hall and if you ever came to visit, she would entertain you with quite a thorough tour. she stayed up with me at night as i finished up projects for she felt guilty sleeping as i worked. funny...
Read Morei will rise and i will stand, getting off of my knees and my hands. i will walk as You lead. and look beyond what i can see. i will speak from my heart, and not let pride tear the truth apart. i won't fear another man, 'cause he is dust just like i am. *because in this journey when the night is done *i will set my face towards the sun. *i will not look back, no. *no, i will not look back. i will learn as i go, and test the things that i think i know. i will love without return, light my fears on fire to watch them burn. i will hope...
Read More'as you step on the gas, simultaneously let up on the clutch. go slowly on both and listen to the sound the car makes. the engine will tell you when you need to switch gears.' i was teaching my littlest sister how to drive a standard. the lesson occurred partly because she wanted to know, partly because i thought she needed to know, but mostly because i'm tired of being the only female in the house who can handle such a vehicle and hate driving it to work with heels. she looked at me with all the confidence of one who only...
Read Morei like walking around cemeteries. i know...kind of weird. i guess if you find comfort, not fear in death, you may understand. at the risk of sounding sarcastic and insensitive, there are few places i can go to feel more alive and more thankful for each breath i take. my walks over the years often take me to these solemn gardens. in prague, i would lose myself in the sea of tombstones seeming never to end. the krakow concentration camp bared no physical markers of the millions who died within it's walls, but i could not avoid the thought of the...
Read Morei was only a year and a half when he joined our family. my dad tried to get me to say 'brother eric' but it came out as 'bubba icky.' i've called him that ever since. i no longer like the correct pronunciation. when we were younger, he probably should have annoyed me as a typical little brother should. perhaps he didn't because he's not a typical little brother or because he's always been more of a friend than a brother. don't get me wrong, he still found ways to tie me up in my sleep, sabotage my tea parties,...
Read Morewritten may 29, 2006 i sit in the airport once again, this time unaware of the people sitting besides me or walking in front of me. sometimes you forget how much a person means to you until you say goodbye. my mind is still at the front of the airport where i just left holly. it was the kind of goodbye where you don't say much for your watery eyes say it all. i let the tears fall unashamed. some people, we don't feel deserving of, and we find ourselves blessed to call them 'friend.' she's one of those. my dad...
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