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Spring 2018: “What was the moment that you knew you were in love with your significant other?”
I knew the moment I saw him, his picture – that I’d love him for the rest of my life, a true moment of “koi no yokan” – I knew nothing about this man other than the fact that in time, if I allowed myself to speak to him, our love would be inevitable.
August, 2013… we were becoming close over Facebook, he lived a thousand miles away but he’d begun to make talk of seeing one another, after so many fun phone calls and letters written… about a month into our sweet courtship, our inevitable and undeniable fondness and pull to one another, tragedy struck his home.
Having just experienced several great losses myself, I knew all too well, and related strongly to his pain… but in that moment, in his loss.. I looked at this beautiful, hurting, sweet and strong man, and I knew that I wanted to struggle with him. I knew that I wanted every pain in his life to be a part of mine as well… I wanted to ease his burdens, to have him by my side during my own hard times, and more than anything – I knew that I wanted to get through all those things, to celebrate joy with him, to survive and thrive and laugh with him, for the rest of my life.
His period of grieving, of pain – hit me so strongly, reassuring the feelings that I had upon that first sight. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was the man I wanted to walk and traverse the paths of life with, both in the valleys and in the gardens… today, we are happily married, despite distance, hardship, and time… our hearts led us home. ❤️
By Caledonia Brown Bull
Winter 2018: “Has anything ever happened to you that you can’t seem to explain?”
For one week prior to Christmas, when my twin and I were in elementary school, I spent part of every day in quiet thought. My sister had asked for something unfathomable: snow on Christmas. Snow in Alabama. So I prayed. I prayed hard and long. I prayed as hard as the tree trunks and as long as the wind. And I kept praying. On Christmas Day, my doubt spiked hard. No snow outside. Still, when we had finished opening presents, something happened: chunks of ice fell from the sky. Hard chunks of ice hitting the cars, littering the ground. Incredible: hard chunks of ice. My sister and I were both quiet. Then she smiled. I was never able to give her a Christmas present to equal this one again, but for one day ice fell out of the sky in Alabama. And I was pleased.
By Alicia Cole
Fall 2017: “Have you ever laughed so hard it made you cry?”
My eight year old son, Cruz, thinks he’s a real elf. The night before Christmas Eve he said, “Mom I don’t know why, but I think I might be an elf.” “Well you, you might be. You went to elf school. You even got a certificate.” I pulled out his certificate and gave it to him. His eyes moved around reading the yellow ticket from NPX. “I don’t remember. How old was I?” “You were about four. That was the time you and Charisma got in a fight with that elf. Remember?” His eyes lit up. “Oh yeah, now I remember.” I walked off to the kitchen to fix me a cup of coco. I was stirring my packet of coco into the cup of warm water when Cruz walked in and intervened. “Mom, I am ready now!” I put the spoon down, picked my cup up, turned around to see his expression and leaned back. I could see that he had something serious to tell me. “Mom I’m ready to be an elf. I know I’m an elf!” He put his hand on his chest. I took a sip from my cup trying not to reveal that I was surprised because he was indeed an elf. He put his hand down. “I am ready to help wrap presents.” I put my cup of coco down on the counter that I was leaning my back on. “This is great! You are so ready to be an elf. Get the wrapping paper. Get the tape. Get the presents. Cruz is an elf.” He signed his name as Jolly Sugar Gem.
By JoJo Martinez
Summer 2017: “What’s your favorite story, memory, or dream?”
Dream by Edwin Green: Come at me with all the weapons you want from every angle. Do you think it will pierce my talents? As artists our great defense and offense is the infinite imagination we have, and right now I can image an impenetrable force field turning your own weapon against you.
By Cyantai Woods