Thanksgiving is a day to celebrate life and every blessing that we have. I know we may all have something happening in our lives that may be stressful, heavy on our hearts and minds, and pending, but be thankful for the smallest of things. We may be sad by one of our loved ones being away, being sick or lost to death. Read More »
memories
Thanksgiving is a day to celebrate all that you have been blessed to be thankful for.
So, About That 90's Music...
So, I told you that I would do a follow up on the music of the nineties..well, here it is! Read More »
So, About That 90's Music...
So, I told you that I would do a follow up on the music of the nineties..well, here it is! Read More »
Color and Memories
Banned Book Reviews #6
Written by sawaboof.
In a world of black and white, Jonas sees red. Read More »

Memories
A lot has happened to me and the people I know in the past year. I've seen and heard of countless deaths and births and rejuvenations in the past year. I've made and broken friendships. I've read of new opinions and revised old ones. I've moved from one stage of my life to another, facing disappointment along the way. Read More »

Should we remember the good times, or everything?
I have been rather touched by death recently. My ex-boyfriend's mother died almost two months ago, we all just recently found out about a dear friend to many of us has died, and my friend's grandfather passed away earlier this week. Needless to say, this has caused a lot of thought about death and memories in my group of friends recently. Read More »

A Childhood Memory
There is very little I can remember before the age of thirteen, when I started keeping a daily journal with almost religious fervor. If I try hard I can remember facts pretty well - that I got up at six thirty in the morning to catch the bus at seven twenty-five, that my brother was in the same school as I during the first two grades, that I was in a fight in third grade. Read More »

Miss You
On October 12, 2007 I had my Senior Night for Marching Band. At the end of the game I walked from one end zone to the 50 yard line along with the 12 other Senior Band members. I wasn't crying till we made it to the place where the band was standing. Then I saw all of the people I will never march with again. Read More »


