Prom 2012

[For any of you that were wondering, Phebe made my dress again this year.]

Prom this year can be summed up in two words unforgettably remarkable.

My ‘escort’ (Because I am old fashioned like that) was my very good friend Ben. We did all the fun cool prom-like things like boutonnieres and corsages.

We posed for some pictures

And then my mom made me pose for some more.

Then we went out to eat at the Flaming Wok where Ben tried shrimp for the first time. (Yes. I was very excited.)

From there we were chauffeured in my Pop’s oh-so-elegantly-classy mini-van to the Catholic church. (Because where else would homeschoolers have a prom?)

After that, we danced the night away, and had a darn good time doing it.

It was a super awesome special night that will be hard to forget. (Hopefully I won’t get hit on the head by a rock and get amnesia.)

Ben, thanks for making prom so awesome!


Sweet Esther

This is Esther:

Esther has stage 2 Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. She is only 16.

Today, she has her first round of chemotherapy. Pray for her…

That she will stay strong physically, mentally, and spiritually.

Pray that others will see unconventional beauty through her sweet smile and her vibrant, loving spirit.

And pray for all of us as we embark on this journey alongside of her and her family.

To: My Most Favorite Smurf

Oh, meet me in the graveyard

And we’ll count the ones we know

Meet me in the graveyard

And we can drone on about our lives

Because we’re friends

Mutually blessed

And excited to live

Till again we meet

When we’ll walk to the graveyard

And lay down forever

And chat the days and nights away

And we still won’t care what people think

Because we meet our own expectations

And we are who we decide to be

So, meet me in the graveyard

So I can sing with you.


Baptism is an outward sign of an inward change.

We have laid our lives down — Buried them in the grave. After we have been washed with the blood of Christ, we are made new.

“I have been crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live, yet not I, but Christ liveth in me.” Galatians 2:20





Because you wish you could be awesome like us.

I have a friend. (big surprise, huh?) She is a lovely soul.  We’ll call her Florence, because that’s a pretty name. Last night, she and I had a magical time… It involved tire swings, country girl boots, and skipping through a field holding hands in the dark… You all just wish you could bring such magicalities into being. As always, there was photo documentation, tho’ not as much as there usually is… We were too busy having fun and laughing till our bellies hurt.


Because I miss her…

… I get to obnoxiously post a bunch of pictures.

Dear Savannah,

These are a few of the good times we had… The times we had the most fun, we documented only in memory format. I love you. Why did you have to go? (Yes. I am purposefully trying to sound creepy.) Savannah, come back. “You can blame it all on me.”

Caution: By the end of this post, you will think I am much more strange than you already do.

I love school.

I love the writing.

I love the big books.

I love having to exercise my mind.

I love the fact that I know my teachers very well because they are the best and I have had them all for years and years. This year, I don’t have one teacher that I haven’t had before.

Out of four teachers, there is only one that I didn’t have in 5th, 6th, or 7th grade. It makes me a bit sad to think that this will be my last year at the homeschool co-op.

No more Mrs. Gorby teaching good writing habits

No more singing in Mrs. Sawyer’s choir

No more laughing at Mrs. Saville’s crazy antics

But alas, the chapter must come to a close. A new one must be drawn up.

New teachers

New antics

New perspectives

But only a renewed love of learning.


An Epiphany 
How small and unequipped I feel 
Knowing that the world is real
Knowing that I have to be
One person all alone
How big the world seems to me
How strange it’d be to be totally free
Knowing that my life is mine
And I just have to live it
How scared I am to face the sound
Of my bones cracking on the ground
I am so afraid to fall
But I just need to jump
When I jump, I just might fall
When I walk, I might hit a wall
I need to take it as it comes
And do the best I can