A poem by Vella Karman about how fear is something we use to cover up our wounds, trapping in the pain and infection.
Vella Karman
Vella Karman loves God, people, and stories. Her writing has been read in more than forty countries so far and she aspires to write gripping, whimsical stories that keep readers up until three a.m. Find her weekly articles about breaking free from fear by building your faith in Jesus at vellakarman.com or follow @vellakarmanauthor on Instagram or YouTube to connect!
The Dirtiest Teeth You’ve Ever Seen
He ate candy. Sticky stuff too, Reece’s peanut butter cups and taffies and suckers. Not that I minded candy much. I was human, I ate candy too. But one time Freddy walked into my room chomping on a sucker, grinding the pieces of rock-hard sugar into his molars.
I’m Lost
My problem is that I use Google Maps, but I don’t trust it. It says turn right and I go straight. I don’t trust it because it’s silent for long periods of time. I’m like, “Are we still on speaking terms?”
7 Reasons Every Waiter Should Pick their Nose
I’m here to tell you the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. If you’re a waiter, you should pick your nose. Here’s why: 1. It’s fun. You can’t argue that it’s not fun. If you wanted to argue about it, you’d need a...
How to Third-Wheel Like a Pro
So, your friends are dating. And from some bizarre series of circumstances, it’s usually just the three of you hanging out. You…and them, the poor unsuspecting couple. Here’s my impossible to fail three-step process for third-wheeling like a pro: ...
It’s OK
Smack dab in the middle of a store is always the worst place to panic, and yet I always do. I lean over the grocery cart and study the contents, mentally checking off my ingredients list: the cheapest greens, check; minced garlic, check; a plethora of everyday...