You’re at a friend’s or significant other’s house for dinner, and you hear “Ok, time to say grace!”
I am scared to put a piece of cloth on my head which by the way…is who I am- it is my identity- and I am afraid for my life now because of it.
I believe in Jesus and want this nation to be more Christian.
OK. Here are some refugees who need help.
The problem is that these brainwashed young men in ISIS truly do believe that they are constantly being attacked and constantly being oppressed by America and the “Western Culture.”
I realized many of my fellow citizens didn’t view the issue the same way I had. They didn’t see this as a wonderful refreshing start for terrified Syrian citizens as I did.
“Do you realize that Starbucks wants to take Christ and Christmas off their brand new cups?”
Is this satire?
“The thing about a broken heart is that sometimes even little changes can feel like big changes.”
Out of breath and way heavier, I celebrate my one-year anniversary with my husband. As 20-somethings, I am sure there are many things we clumsily discovered about love, romance, and creating an economic safety net for our future selves. However, nothing seems as important, at least in this last year, as the realizations of the not-so-sexy parts of being in a biracial couple.
I convinced myself it was alright to have sex because I was going to marry him anyways. So I told myself it wasn’t a big deal if we had a head start. Besides, what does it really matter as long you are in love, right?