won’t somebody pray for me?

Junior year of high school my AP English teacher assigned the class Milton’s Paradise Lost. As a fun activity, we were split into two groups in order to argue whether in the epic poem Satan was a hero or villain. My best friend at the time was assigned to the “Satan is a villain” group … Continue reading won’t somebody pray for me?

we’re so connected yet disconnected.

You can text, call, e-mail, or FaceTime me. You can hop into my Twitter or Instagram DM’s. If you’re feeling frisky, you can even Snapchat me. So many avenues lead to my destination yet we lack communication. So, where’s the disconnect? “Sorry, I’ve been busy.” Empty apologies that are expected to lessen the blow of our … Continue reading we’re so connected yet disconnected.