Comic strip reminder
My favorite comic strip isn’t really all that funny. It depicts a small boy standing on a dirt path disturbed by the footprints of boots. A man’s body lay on the side of the road, and a woman carries a limp child in her arms. The silhouettes of others spot the background. The tattered shirt worn by the barefoot boy reads “War-torn Congo” and the speech bubble above his...
I feel odd when people ask me what I want to do with my life. It isn’t as if I am without a plan or am unconcerned with tomorrow, it’s actually quite the opposite. What makes for the awkward feeling is the phrasing of the question, “what do you want to do with your life”. Since my freshman year of high school I have known that journalism was where I felt called to be....
A brand new sketchbook has been sitting on my desk for more than two weeks now. Every time I pick it up I am daunted by the 24 sheets of 9”x12” paper. The cover, crisp and clean, still makes a slight scratching noise when I slowly and carefully fold it back over the spiral binding. As I run my fingers around its edges they are without imperfection, and the light texture of the page...
“If the freedom of speech is taken away then dumb and blind we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter.” George Washington