Finding the Pieces
The story of how a lost boy found home
Category: writing
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It’s Thursday night, going on Friday morning. I’m sitting at the desk in my room. The wood finish is barely noticeable underneath all the clutter, but I’m okay with that. To my right sits a stack of books ranging from a copy of Shakespeare’s The Tempest to the advanced grammar textbook I used this past semester. A…
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Happy Monday, everyone! I know that, for many of us, Monday isn’t exactly our favorite day of the week. I will admit that I’ve had a few bouts of the snooze virus, or better known as the “I’m-probably-sick-because-it’s-Monday-so-I’m-sleeping-in” virus. But for the most part I actually enjoy my Monday’s (and even – gasp – Monday mornings!)…
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I know I haven’t written very many posts on here lately, and I just wanted to stop in and say that I have not forgotten about you guys. I am still alive and, for the most part, doing very well. The countdown to Oxford is winding down much faster than I was anticipating, and the…
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As a college student, writer, and general lover of reading, books are one of my favorite things. If ever I get the chance to spend more than 2 minutes in a thrift store, you can find me crouched down in front of their used book section, and more often than not I will come away…
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The older I get the more I’m starting to realize that my parents have been right about at least one piece of advice (or warning) that they’ve been singing ever since I can remember: “just you wait, there will come a day when you realize that there just isn’t enough time in a day.” As …
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As you go about your business and living your day-to-day life, do you ever stop to wonder “am I living a life that is worth remembering?” I’m not talking about getting in your five seconds of local news fame, but the things that really matter. What do people think when they see you in the…
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When I first started writing this blog, I didn’t really have any expectations for where it would take me or if it would affect my life in any way at all. All I knew was that I loved to write, and blogging seemed like a pretty good way to write a bit more often and…
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Any kind of blogger, writer, or student faced with a term paper knows all too well what it feels like to have a staring contest with a blank screen. You know what I’m talking about, right? That white screen with the ever-taunting blinking cursor with nothing but a one-inch margin before it.
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As children, most of us believed what our parents taught us to believe. If your parents went to church, you probably did, too. If your parents held a certain political view, you probably told your friends on the playground that the candidate your parents were going to vote for was the right man for the…
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When I look in the mirror, I see something a lot different than I saw five years ago. When I look in the mirror today, I see a clear representation of who I am. I am overweight, but I feel healthier than ever before. The dark circles under my eyes stand as markers for my…
Finding the Pieces 