Collecting Scars

When I was young I hated grown-ups. They were always killing my fun. Telling me not to jump off that, or stop running, or wiping my face with a wet cloth. I couldn't stand it. They were always warning me about danger at every turn, and reminding me of the boy they once knew who …

The Amazing Thing About Uncertainty

The other day I was reading a real-life exodus story. About a community of people who escaped great hardship and suffering and built for themselves a new life. Things were going great, but eventually new challenges began to arise, and their future became uncertain. And this is where it gets weird. Even though the new challenges …