Spring Break, shew!

Today, I am celebrating my first day of spring break. My sub-term of three classes, 9 credit hours, taken at once in shortened 8-week increments are over. Now, I am back to just taking two classes at once every sub-term, and I have never felt so relieved. What made this start of the school year challenging was, right at the beginning my daughter was born, and I had to balance a heavy, my heaviest thus far, workload while adjusting to a second-child. I even had to put my real estate license on-hold. Obviously, I survived, but I came out panting and out of breath.

By the end of the year, I’ll have my degree. I honestly don’t want school to ever end—I have never been so happy in my life. I love learning (Straight A’s), but I will make myself ready for the new start this degree brings me: my gateway to grad school (where I am considering a Masters in Religion or an MFA), and a professional writing career. I’m definitely on course to be an amateur C.S. Lewis.

I am blessed to have such a supportive family—my wife, my mother, and my sister. I could not do it without their affirmations.

All of this is for my family. I have to be the man God made me to be, not what the world wanted of me, if I am going to raise children to believe, they too, can reach for the stars. Limiting beliefs (cautions) are dangerous, but that is a post for another day.

What’s new?

Well, I have began creating my own Harry Potter children’s book for my children. I am doing the illustrating, which is teaching me awesome things in graphic arts, and, of course, I am writing it too. Here is a sample of one of my characters I drew on the computer, with a mouse, the other day. I need practice, but I like the idea of where it is going.

Voldemort (childish likeness)

There is something motivating in knowing that my children will learn to read on a book I made just for them.

As for anything else, I am just doing the same-old-same: reading tons of philosophy and French literature. Of course, now I am also writing better poetry—that helps with my lingering war with depression.

Beat the Boy; Destroy the Man 

W. Alexander Dunford  I will never forget the television’s blue light that night fifteen years ago. Leonardo DiCaprio’s Blood Diamond played. Outside, beneath black skies, rain pelted our windows and the house’s bones braced against high winds. Thunder shook the walls.  It was Father’s idea to watch the movie. He loved violence, and I loved…


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