Kelsi is a freelance writer who writes for nonprofits and small businesses all over the world. She is currently pursuing an M.A. in Reformation Studies from Concordia University Irvine. She lives with her husband, Doug, in Dallas, Texas.
No one tells you when you get married that you are also marrying a whole new set of family traditions. Maybe it’s meant to be implicitly understood.
The sun beats down on the three as they hang on the hill. It smells of sweat, blood and dirt, of sour wine and urine. This is the stench of life pitted against the panic of death.
Why do I exist and to what end is my existence? I can trace many of my greatest concerns in life back to this question. Normally, my anxieties and worries are far more shallow and insubstantial and include things like, how skilled of a writer am I?
Dodge a bus and cross the busy Waikiki Way, head southeast on Westlands Road and then turn left on Chiromo Lane, and there I would find the blind man.
“Question everything,” my generation has been told. To many millennials, doubting any information passed down to us comes as second nature. This characteristic gives us courage to ask hard questions and assurance that the answers won’t break any exterior system we’ve constructed.