I recently read Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot as an assignment for an English Class. It was a fun enough read,
I have something to say, I’m not sure what, though. It was vital to the conversation. It seems like I
Family is more than just a family. It is more than just a mom, dad, brother, and sister It is
I sit, staring at the stars. I wonder, wonder about the origin of the universe. My mind wanders, running through
Standing in the final days of February, among a crowd of family and friends, but mostly those I didn’t know.
A silent night, but not a holy one. The darkness covered him from being seen while the smell of his
It comes in bursts, that feeling fills your body after the death of a loved one, flowing like water in