Reading Time: 2 minutesYue Little grew a caterpillar into a pure, white moth, which she named Calvin. When I witness such things, imagining that somehow, through a blind process chock-full of errors, an organism arose which changes from a many-legged caterpillar into a two-winged creature of flight, is so preposterous as to be something out of a fairy tale.
Reading Time: 2 minutesIt is hard to be thankful for pain when you consider all the moments you got to hold you kid and listen to her floating laugh echoing in the halls, which now ring only with the high-pitched, tinny whine that your ears pick up when there is only silence. It’s hard to be thankful for the times your mom cooked you your favorite dinner as you stand in the kitchen, now empty forever, helping load boxes of items you have to do, well, something with. It’s hard to be thankful for the pain as you tell your best friend and confidant, “I finally got rid of his toothbrush today. I guess this makes it real.”
Reading Time: < 1 minuteI feel so awkward trying to comfort people and I just don’t seem to know the right things to say.
Reading Time: 2 minutesPeople say that I’m quite vain; my sister says that it’s surprising given my looks. But that’s not true. I may hold myself in high esteem, but I know that I’d never be able to satisfy a woman whose instagram consists only of pictures of her. That above paragraph is a little bit of humor, and probably objectionable, but there’s some truth to it. I’ve never been the best looking…
Reading Time: < 1 minuteThere is a day coming for us all when our hearts cease to beat; the life will fade from our eyes, and our cells will begin a cascade of self-destruction into oblivion. And with that, what was once “us” becomes a memory of the past; the dying breath of summer as fall sets in in anticipation of an eternal winter. In the blink of an eye, our vibrancy is forgotten,…