Author: Confessions
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Black Eyed Concussions
The saying used to go something like this: “It’s not a party until a Malin kid gets hurt.” My sisters and I were notorious for crashing any kind of social event by getting injured (mostly by literally crashing into things). We attained a reputation for scraped knees, bruised bodies, and hospital visits. For instance… That…
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Cookie Cutter Christianity: Can God really Love Me?
About two weeks ago I wrote a post called I’ve Worshipped a god that doesn’t Exist and was confronted with the fact that I’ve been doing “Christianity” all wrong. I, like so many other “Christians”, have made a cookie cutter version of God that is appropriate for ourselves. Instead of knowing the real God of the Bible,…
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My Top Five Pet Peeves
There are some things in the world that I can put up with without becoming overtly enraged. For instance, some people become raging monsters when the food on their plate inadvertently touches and molds together. This such example doesn’t bother me at all. Others can’t stand it when someone incessantly taps their foot/hand on an…
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Confessions through Photography: Burial
I was told by my father that I had “an eye for the abandoned”. I admit that I’m fascinated by the broken, run-down, empty places (people) of this world. Is it because I was once there? These hallways of deterioration feel so familiar. I can’t help but traverse them searching for any sign of struggle.…
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Our Roots Define Us…
When you think about a beautiful, vibrant, healthy tree, what comes to mind (besides what I just described)? Do you find yourself gasping in awe of its magnificent branches? Its strong and sturdy body? Or do you think to yourself, ‘Oh, its just another tree”? It seems to me that the most beautiful and inquisitive…
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