During a particularly boring Catechism class, a teacher whose name was too unimpressive to remember asked all of us who our best friend was. At the time, N and I were close enough to call the other person by that title, and with wide grins plastered across our faces, we turned to Ms. 49 more words
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If you want to let go of something, first you have to hold it. Unless you truly hold, you will never let go.
How do you hold something closely, the thing that makes you want to numb-out-tune-out-walk-out… the thing that reminds you of helplessness, that brings back ghostly or ghastly memories? 578 more words