We like to wallow in our grief. We derive pleasure from it. It grants us sympathy and makes us feel justified.
Hundreds of prominent female leaders and millions of other (though quieter) pro-life women across the country are the pro-life movement. It’s women. Hi. We’re here. We care about children and other women. Please stop telling the men who agree with us that they can’t have an opinion because honey, we’re only going to tell you the exact same thing.
I finished my freshman year of college about a month ago, and the question everyone asks me continuously is, “How was college?” That’s a loaded question. I mean, we’re talking about nine months of life. There are a lot of different aspects of college I could write about, especially since I lived on campus. Here are a few general highlights of the year.
“It’s cloudy,” Jane moaned. “Keep going.” Alex tugged her hand, and Jane yipped as her toe caught the edge of a rock. “I’m so done. We’re turning around and heading right back. I don’t want to be here. I did not ask for this. This is not how I wanted to spend today.” “And how... Continue Reading →
Amour propre - | ˌämo͝or ˈprôpr(ə) | - Noun - A sense of one’s own worth; self-respect: few indications in him of ordinary amour propre or common vanity.
For you will not delight in sacrifice, or I would give it; you will not be pleased with a burnt offering. The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise. - Psalm 51:16-17 It’s been a long year. God has done many amazing things. I... Continue Reading →
Eggbeater - | ˈeɡˌbēdər | - Noun - A kitchen utensil used for beating ingredients such as eggs or cream. - • North American informal: A helicopter.
Plantigrade - | ˈplan(t)əˌɡrād | - Adjective - (Of a mammal) walking on the soles of the feet, like a human or a bear. Compare with digitigrade.