John Tames: Part 6

Trees are so much better than people. They don’t lie. They don’t pretend to be something they’re not. They look like trees. They act like trees. They are trees. Trees don’t judge you. And they don’t let anyone tell them what to do. Each tree works for itself. It plants roots deep into the ground…

Monday Morsel: Innocence

“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?” -Unknown What happened? What happened to make us this way? So hard, untrusting, fearful of the future. Our first thoughts of others are not always kind. Neither are our thoughts of ourselves. We see no beauty in the world around…

John Tames: Part 5

I wake up to a soft sizzle. There are still stars outside my window, and I don’t want to break out of my warm cacoon. I can hear my mom humming Jingle Bell Rock in the kitchen, and the cheddar aroma wafts its way into my room. I take a deep breath in through my…

Monday Morsel: Friends

“People inspire you, or they drain you- pick them wisely.”  Hans F. Hansen I dedicate this post to my friends. All 3 of them. Ok, I’m joking, I have more than 3 friends. But “friend” is an interesting term, is it not? I think everybody has their own idea of what it means to be…

Sarah Smith and the Heist

Sarah Smith wasn’t particularly special. Her plain stick hair hung around her pale face and dirt brown eyes. She worked the afternoon shift at the local grocery store. It was the kind of town where no one knows their neighbor. Kind of like the big city, minus the blinding lights and endless opportunities. When she…

Cleaning Out the Closet

I have ample experience in the art of moving. I’ve lived in so many houses over the course of my life that not one of them stands out as “home”. Home is wherever I am living at the moment. With moving comes packing. And with moving so often, packing becomes a science. The problem with…

Carlsbad: My Spot

I’m on vacation this week, hitting Cali with some friends. I thought I ought to post something, but I’ll keep it brief. Here is something I jotted down the other morning: Whenever I go traveling, I find my spot. A tree, a bench, what have you, somewhere to sit. I am in love with the…