Wannabe writer with hobby of art. Stay and you'll glimpse a small piece of my heart.
I sit in a three-story house in the Asakusa district of Tokyo, Japan. "Three-story house" here means something entirely different than what it means in the US. If anything, people in old-style East Coast houses have a better idea of it, but it's even smaller than that.
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Read moreHow should we give our confidence to others, and how do we know who deserves more/ who deserves less? And moreover, if our trust has been broken by those closest to us and those that God commands us to love, how can we allow for trust to be restored?
Read moreMy Mother-In-Law continues to surprise me with fantastic dessert recipes that taste like nothing I've ever had in the US. Why is it called chocolate sausage? You'll have to read the recipe to find out.
Read moreMost of the time, when I don't like a food, that's the end of the story. I don't like it, I don't need it, I take any good-natured ribbing and shed it. Ew, no thank you, enjoy that all for yourself.
Read moreI recently closed out a five day visit with an out-of-town friend that nourished places in my soul I didn't realize were that desperately in need. I looked at this week and struggled to put my emotions into words.
Read moreI've come off a frenetic two weeks of knocking things off my to-do list and visiting people. I over-scheduled in my attempt to front-load as many tasks as possible.
Read moreIt still doesn't feel real. Maybe it won't be real until I step off the plane on October 8th and answer customs questions on the other side of the world.
Read moreRemara and the first note spent uncounted time passing over surface after surface of the spheres. The music they made together set broken melodies right and drove back encroaching touches of darkness from the mind’s cacophony.
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Read more“I see how it is, I see. You Overheaders come to gawk, gobble our fish, jaw a bit with the local plantlife, and skip town, eh?” Naeed tenses, but Alleyu is wearing an ear-to-ear smile. Naeed’s shoulders relax.
Read moreHe skips over half her words, refusing to acknowledge them. The part of his heart that never stopped crying has never wailed louder, and he speaks over it with an effort. “What are you talking about? Remara…”
Read more“Excuse me please watch out for yourself!” Naeed only half-registered the words shouted at him as he hurtled into the road. A root at just the right spot hooked his foot one moment and the next he found himself sprawled at the feet of a traveler.
Read moreIt is easier than he thought to let the story spill off his tongue. In some ways, it is like dreamwalking his way through the forest. The memories that every rest drags him through rise sharply to mind—nearly to his waking vision—as he speaks them to Remara.
Read moreNaeed sits on the chilly stone ramp long after he fails to persuade Remara to talk to him. Subdued, Na’Stra sits on his lap, quietly grooming her hide and fiddling with Naeed’s fingers.
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