In the summer of 2017, in the midst of our mother-daughter New York trip, my mom and I get the chance to visit the National September 11 Memorial Museum. Neither of us know what to expect.
Author: emma grace
Good Friday, Holy Saturday
Behold, Israel: your King. There He is, in all His glory: bruised, naked, bleeding, humiliated, betrayed. What outrage; what sorrow. It’s nonsensical, that this would be the death of the Messiah. The cross is no symbol of salvation or triumph; it’s an execution device for common criminals. What agony He must feel, His pierced hands… Continue reading Good Friday, Holy Saturday
hallelujah
this post was written in response to a prompt for a writing class at university. now, as an adult, I wouldn't necessarily point to it as a prime example of my writing, but I see the value of keeping it up as a signpost in my journey into writing as a career. It happened as… Continue reading hallelujah
for papa
this post was written in response to a prompt for a writing class at university. now, as an adult, I wouldn't necessarily point to it as a prime example of my writing, but I see the value of keeping it up as a signpost in my journey into writing as a career. When I was… Continue reading for papa
I have kids now?
this post was written in response to a prompt for a writing class at university. now, as an adult, I wouldn't necessarily point to it as a prime example of my writing, but I see the value of keeping it up as a signpost in my journey into writing as a career. When I moved… Continue reading I have kids now?
seabeck
this post was written in response to a prompt for a writing class at university. now, as an adult, I wouldn't necessarily point to it as a prime example of my writing, but I see the value of keeping it up as a signpost in my journey into writing as a career. There are exactly… Continue reading seabeck
oaks park, rowing, and a whole lot of rain
this post was written in response to a prompt for a writing class at university. now, as an adult, I wouldn't necessarily point to it as a prime example of my writing, but I see the value of keeping it up as a signpost in my journey into writing as a career. It’s 1:53 pm… Continue reading oaks park, rowing, and a whole lot of rain
sing sing sing
this post was written in response to a prompt for a writing class at university. now, as an adult, I wouldn't necessarily point to it as a prime example of my writing, but I see the value of keeping it up as a signpost in my journey into writing as a career. when you lead… Continue reading sing sing sing
first friday
this post was written in response to a prompt for a writing class at university. now, as an adult, I wouldn't necessarily point to it as a prime example of my writing, but I see the value of keeping it up as a signpost in my journey into writing as a career. It’s 7:30pm, the… Continue reading first friday
pen pals
this post was written in response to a prompt for a writing class at university. now, as an adult, I wouldn't necessarily point to it as a prime example of my writing, but I see the value of keeping it up as a signpost in my journey into writing as a career. It started with… Continue reading pen pals
