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Encouragement and Honest Words from Students Who Want You to Stay! Every 40 seconds, someone on Earth dies by suicide. This is an epidemic that affects all populations, but in particular, is plaguing our youth. Who better to inspire and impact than the very people who are struggling? These letters-- written by students offering encouragement, reasons to stay, and honest words-- are often short, sometimes devastating, but always moving. I urge you to sit with the words of thes

In her book Breathing Statues, Lyndi Brey extrapolates the relationship between mental illness and faith. The collection of poems exhibited in Breathing Statues captures a unique and creative representation of mental health and faith- gathered from firsthand experience. Her poems- which speak of (dis)order and chaos- are skillfully actualized in illustrations and color. By the end of her book, you will understand not just what it looks like, but what it feels like to have an

Dirt kicked up with folly, laughter, and play; ignorance was bliss as we played board games. “He’s gone,” we overheard our mother say....

She dances: Skin rolling like ocean waves, Freedom coursing through her Like lightning bolts in the form of stretch marks. The music...

The faint stench of cleaner and dirt between the tiles reflects the monotone palette of the ice cream parlor. The humming of the freezer...

Genesis 1:1-2 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface...

Forest of tall trees. Perfect posture; expectations placed on me. Bark peeling like sunburn– leaving debris beside the ever-falling...

Proverbs 22:4. The reward for humility and fear of the Lord is riches and honor and life. With his double-sized hands, he awaits for you...

There were warnings. But, who could really prove them to be anything more than propaganda? The Lusitania was the most luxurious passenger...

“We’ve got to choose one,” Nanay says as her voice breaks in two. I curl deeper into the heap of trash by our lean-to shack. My Filipino...

I was so alive before I held the hand of the dead. I mastered the art of lying. Not to the world, but to myself. I convinced myself there...

Darkness and light were roommates, bunking together within the same moment. Colors cast upon the walls on the other side of my eyelids,...

Adsila. My name; meaning blossom in my native tribe. My tribe is Cherokee. And my tribe is dying. We walked and rode and cried and...