Friday night I rented the independent documentary Jesus Camp, a film that takes a look at evangelicals in America and their children by going inside the "Kids on Fire Summer Camp" led by Pastor Becky Fisher. I was reluctant to rent it. I stood staring at it in Blockbuster for what seemed like ages. The decision was difficult ... More..
I hope to be a writer one day. It's something I've enjoyed doing ever since I was a child. I think it branches from my need to tell a story. That's what writing is after all, telling stories. Some stories stretch the imagination and take the reader to a place of fantasy. Other stories are meant to inspire and reveal cert... More..
In trying to decide what the topic of this editorial should be, I decided to check out the news for ideas. I settled on the first major news network I found and started to watch. They were covering the release of O.J. Simpson's new book. Not really my cup of tea. So I switched to another network, where they were discussing ... More..
It was recess on a cloudy day. The smell of rain hung in the damp air. I had been playing on a concrete slab that some girls from class and I would jump rope on sometimes. It wasn't the smooth finished cement either, but the rough and rocky kind: the kind that would snag your tights if you absent-mindedly sat down on it wh... More..
Think of how our lives would be without music. Every significant memory in my life has a song associated with it, and whenever I hear that song, I am instantly transported back to that place or time in my mind. There have been several times that I have had a bad day and a certain song has come on the radio and instantly mad... More..
How does a person know when someone is being dishonest with them? Much research has been done on the subject. Some would say you can tell by their body language, the word choice they use, or even the direction they look as they speak. However, whether or not that person was being honest or not would really depend on their ... More..
He sits over his plate of nachos and stares at me from across the Taco Bell. When I look up at him, meeting his eyes for only a brief moment, he sees this as an invitation. "Pardon me, but where are you from?" he asks. "Prairieville," I answer. "And that's in Louisiana?" "Yes." "Where am I?" he asks, look... More..
Amy Daughdrill