Reflections on the heart of modesty as well as deeper thoughts on life.
As Creative Director for Virtuous Prom, I am, more or less, the final decision maker on whether a certain style makes it to our website. While I love most aspects of my job, being the arbiter of modesty is an endlessly frustrating position...
At once, it seems heaven is all around us, yet nowhere within sight. Singers croon about finding heaven in their lover's arms, bombs explode on TV. We open sacred pages and read the promise of paradise, but no matter how lovingly we shut that volume, it seems we are slammed back into the reality of this world, which is all too often more hell than heaven.
Today our broken hearts break, yet again, for another shooting at another school in another community. Today's violence at the high school of Santa Fe, Texas claimed ten lives and shattered countless others.
September 30th was a day that tested my community and myself, and how I understood psychology. It was a late summer's day when it was still sunny and warm, and even though classes started some weeks ago, the sunshine made us feel like summer break was still on. This day however, there was a demonstration held in my city. The largest Neo-Nazi demonstration since the second world war.
With prom season in full swing and wedding season just beginning, it's a busy time of year for many young ladies and their families. In the hustle and bustle of finding the perfect dress, picking out accessories, organizing schedules and so much more, it's easy to become over-stressed and disaffected.
Recently, it has seemed impossible to escape the stifling acts of hatred that plague the United States and other parts of the world. Every day, as we look to our cellphones, computers, or even good old-fashioned newspapers, we are bombarded with negative headlines that display horrific happenings such as the Manchester Arena Attack, the Boston Marathon Bombing, or the Ohio State Knife Attack.
My birthday is September thirteenth. I don’t remember the day I turned six, only that my grandmother’s flight was canceled in the wake of events a few days prior. My recollection of that day, the eleventh, is quite different. It comes to me in fragments, but at times so crystal clear, that I find myself there again; standing barefoot in my family’s living room, a parquet maze of mahogany hues stretching for miles beneath my feet. Everything is so much bigger, so much farther away, and when I turn my head, there they are. The image of two burning buildings on TV.
We’re pleased to announce the third finalist for the Karen Hanson Memorial Scholarhip, Lauren Everhart-Deckard, a high school senior who is planning to pursue studies in literature at the undergraduate level next year.
We’re pleased to announce the second finalist for the Karen Hanson Memorial Scholarhip, Sophiana VanBuskirk, along with her submission essay.