Great, the worlds coming to an end and we're fixing it with Band-Aids

Lisa's baby was due about now. I've decided she had it and it was a girl. I've named her Rachel.

I wonder if I'll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we're living or no life at all.

Matt looked up kids from his high school class. Only three were listed as dead, but a bunch were listed as missing/presumed dead. As a test, he looked us up, but none of our names were on any of the lists. And that's how we know we're alive this Memorial Day.

I feel myself shriveling along with my world, getting smaller and harder. I'm turning into a rock, and in some ways that's good, because rocks last forever. But if this is how I'm going to last forever, then I don't want to.

If God wanted a world filled with saints, He never would have created adolescence.

We may not have a future, but you can't deny we have a past.