I’ve created a reputation for myself.
It started young, this special gift of mine. There are always those popular “Rebekah stories” that surface whilst entertaining guests over dinner, and the one about me wrecking my dad’s classic car is definitely at the top.
It isn’t what you think.
Continue reading ➞ I Break Things
After eating breakfast and loading the van of all our over-night necessities (I won’t judge, most of it is mine), we headed on over to my dad’s old school, Oral Roberts University, where I found out for the first time in nineteen years that the eagle sticker we’ve been using to seal the crack in my (family inherited) leather ottoman is, in fact, the ORU mascot.
For some reason I thought he was the eagle who taught us how to “STOP, LOOK, AND LISTEN” in kindergarten.
Anyway, my dad sent us on a mission to bring him back souvenirs from their bookstore, and we were not to return without accomplishing this task.
Continue reading ➞ Colleges, Broken GPS, And Cops — Again.