Because of You

Living in America, life should be richer, and fuller for everyone, with opportunity for each according to ability or achievement, regardless of social class or circumstances of birth. Everyone around the world conflicts with their differences and in America, not everyone agrees. Some have stronger beliefs than others and sometimes we meet in the middle. Living in America we have created a diverse society by expressing true opinions and understanding the value our country has to offer. Everyone…

asks Georgie, “Are you completely blind?” “The theme of death introduced at the beginning by the blood-drenched emergency room is continued here with the dead rabbit. To emphasize this theme, even more, the rabbit is pregnant—suggesting death-in-life or life-in-death.” (May “paragraph 11” #2) Fuckhead becomes a sort of surrogate mother to the rabbits that Georgie has saved by putting them under his shirt against his…

“Rider honey you startled me. Why are you so happy?” Nanami asked her son. “I got a date this Saturday,” Rider said. “Honey that’s wonderful. Who is she? What’s her name? Where are you taking her?” Nanami asked her son. “Mom relax what is this 20 questions? Her name Shiho and she’s the first friend I made at the school. And I was thinking taking her…

I remember each of them as if they were yesterday, the polar plunge Jack, Flynn, and I did barely a week after I made the list. Being the first week of March in the Midwest we froze our assess off. I immediately regretted showing Jack my list at that point. He saw polar plunge and immediately signed us up for the senior plunge. I swear, who ever thought jumping into a lake in freezing temperatures was absolutely positively insane, and the fact that we have kept this tradition for so many years…

chief said. “I want to remind you that discretion is essential under the circumstances. Otherwise, this ghost thing could turn into a real media freak show.” “You got it, Chief,” Dad agreed. “Our conversation is strictly off the record.” He was a reporter for the Covert Times and a wannabe TV sports anchor with a stack of applications to prove it. “Thanks.” Chizelmen’s SUV squealed around a corner. “Were you at Willaston last night, Madison?” “Yes,” I said.…

Rosalind Franklin’s story started in Notting Hill, London, United Kingdom. Her full name was Rosalind Elsie Franklin, and she was born to a rather conspicuous British Jewish family on July 25, 1920. The second of five children, three boys and two girls. Daughter of Muriel and Ellis Franklin, both of her parents originated from Jewish families that settled in England in the 1700s and 1800s. Her guardians owned banks and publishing companies. They were both educated and companionable people.These…

Yes, I realize the October update is arriving in November. I knew something good was coming on the 3rd and I wanted to wait so I could tell you about it. On Thursday, November 3rd, Rooted Soul hosted a half-day retreat for local church planters. It was called Abide and is the first of what I hope will grow into be six retreats offered to church planters next year. Abide is spaced created for church planters to reconnect their hearts with the heart of God through meditation on scripture and…

of the children as you wish . . .” His voice trailed off. I shivered. “Do you want me to untie them?” Bane asked. “No. They’ll sleep until you reach the mine. Chance, look at me.” Reluctantly, he gazed into Mr. Wang-Woo’s eyes. “You’re sleepy—very sleepy. You yearn for rest. Slumber wraps you in its silky embrace and holds you there as you close your eyes.” I watched Chance’s eyes flutter for a second, and then he opened them again. “Your eyelids are heavy. You must sleep—you have no choice.…

Son “Okay. Okay. But I can’t call you Son. ‘Hi, Son. Come here, Son.’ I sound like a grandmother. Give me something else.” “You pick.” “Okay. I will. Let’s see. I need something that fits. I know. I’ll ask you a question – a question I want to ask anyway and the best name will fit right in. Here I go. ‘Why did you have to leave Eloe on the run, leave so fast you couldn’t go to Frisco’s funeral, uh, uh, Phil?’ That’s good. That’s Anglicized French for son.” -Jadine and Son, Tar Baby…

A Desire of the Heart Shirley and I were married between the Arts and Theology years of university so our financial resources were very tight. I was working on a tree nursery farm just south of Winnipeg for the summer months between semesters as well as preparing for a move to seminary in Saskatoon. As a result, we could not afford to take off more time than a four-day weekend. This was hardly enough time for my face to heal from all the mosquito bites I had acquired while riding a tree planter…