The official blog of Morgan Snow
This last week was the anniversary of Hurricane Harvey. From August 25 to August 29 parts of Southeast Texas received up to sixty inches of rain. For comparison, the city of Houston averages forty-eight inches per year; Yes, more than a year’s worth of rain dumped in five days. Here’s my story… If there any … Continue reading Never Ending Rain
Well, it only took a week before I had no ideas to write up here on my blog. Thus, this the key post to sit down and force myself to write. If I don’t force myself to write this post, my blog will die and be forgotten. My friend Colleen recommended, and websites, to keep … Continue reading Prompts Suck
At four a.m., my alarm blares off, and I reach over to shut it off. I have thirty minutes to shower before I have to leave for the airport. I shower and halfway put on my suit to be presentable enough in public. By 4:30, I am out the door headed for Hobby Airport, slightly … Continue reading Three Interviews, Two Cities, One Day
The Road has been on my reading list for a while, several years. It’s the one that’s been there the longest. The Road is the story of a father “The Man” and his son “The Boy” as they travel through a desolate and dangerous post-apocalyptic wasteland. As they journey, they encounter cannibals, starvation, some bright … Continue reading Ash and the Evil Men: A Review of The Road
The summer between my 7th and 8th-grade year, my mom thought I died. More specifically, during a week when I was doing several service projects with my youth group. Wednesday night that week, I had a sleepover with a few friends after church. We stayed awake until six a.m., beating the campaign on Halo, staying … Continue reading The Day my Mom Thought I Died
It’s currently 100°F right now in North Texas, and the humidity is making the outside temperature feel like 111°F. Yes, three ones. Honestly, this is the time of year when moving to Alaska sounds real nice. Of course, I am not thinking about the fact an Alaskan winter means no sun for several months. Yet, my impulsive … Continue reading The Dog Days of Summer
A CLICKING OF KEYS 