I am not a glorious poem
I am not an effortless song
I am not a comforting poem
I am not a warm home.
I have no rhyming scheme… 43 more words
It’s past 2 am Central time in Chicago, IL. I’ve spent nearly two days here. The time has been filled with surprisingly reasonable amounts of sleep, tons of walking, new places to eat and hundreds of pictures that I still have to develop and comb through. 285 more words
As I sat there with my eyes glued in disbelief to a Facebook article about the acceptance of Pedophilia in American culture, I heard the confused tone of his seven (soon to be eight) year old voice say to the man who I know as “Husband”, “I’ve been wondering this for a while, can you explain to me how a person can kill another person for no reason?”…wait, what? 690 more words