it's a book I read by Ken Follet.
it made me think about keys or guidelines that people have for example, a key to a treasure map
or the key to analyzing my brain or my thoughts as they are, because they come and go, in and out, up and down.
I don't really know why I am the way I am. I just am the way I am. Read More »
First and foremost I'd like to give some results for this weekend, but they aren't truly related to the topic at hand. Read More »
I engaged in a debate with an old high school friend last night in which we both debated the idea about the means justifying the end. He’s an engineer, and he learned in school that, not only is there a right solution to a problem, there is a right reason for that answer and a wrong reason. Read More »
Over the weekend I took my first steps towards my new adventure, college orientation. I showed up not knowing what to expect, except complete awkwardness; I didn't know anyone who would be there. Read More »
Abortion...the word itself stirs up intense feelings of unexplained fear, raging anger, sheer hopelessness, or for some, instant relief. This controversial issue can ignite heated conversations and worthwhile debates. One cannot truthfully make an educated decision about abortion, unless full knowledge is accurately received and seriously contemplated. Read More »
Let me paint a picture. I am loved by many people. Some of them are good for me, some of them aren't. They all love me and I love them. I don't love all their choices as I'm sure they do not love all of mine. Read More »
Regardless of what we think personally, the government has decided it needs to take part in what an individual woman should or should not do to/with her body in terms of pregnancy primarily. My question is why do they care so much? Read More »
I rushed in the house to find my 3 month old daughter face down in the couch with pillows stached on top of her. She was screaming uncontrolably.
I lifted her up, she was sweaty and red, she had been crying for some time. I held her to me, and looked her father in the eye. He had been playing computer. She wouldnt stop crying. He was muffling the noise. Read More »
