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
The Dog Days of Summer
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

