I hate bugs. I really, really hate bugs. On my top ten list of things that motivate me to push others aside in a rush to find the nearest exit, bugs would definitely make the list. I’m not sure where this hatred of insects began. I don’t remember a truly traumatic experience related to a creepy crawly or having a run in with a poisonous furry-legged spider. In fact, I quite loved Charlotte’s Web, and (spoiler alert) I…
The other day a friend of mine and I were catching up over FaceTime, which is what you do when keeping up a cross-country friendship. He asked me a question he quite frequently asks, one I find both brilliant and irritating. I guess that is the natural affect of great questions. It’s a rather simple one, some would even characterize it as cheesy, a Christian-cliché if there ever was one. But when this question is delivered with one’s sincerity…
There are two types of people in this world. Those who by all means necessary avoid being affected by others; and those who open their eyes, their ears and their hearts to the people around them. In other words, there are the cowardly and the courageous. I would know. I’ve been both. There was a time in the not so distant past that I thought courage was plowing forward in the name of progress unscathed by the world around…