Jasmine Hill Writes

What do you learn if you don't remember? And does it truly follow that happiness means forgetting? So many are so quick to call remembering, wallowing. A whiff of remembering makes them cut you off - shut you down. You aren't being grateful. You aren't being happy.  But I assert - I can be happier for the remembering. I can be smarter for the remembering. I can be stronger for the remembering.  Forget what life has taught you if you like. I will not. Photo by Martin M Hernandez Tena from FreeImages

Have you ever paused to think that those who came before Had fears and loves and little cares upon this temporal shore? They gazed on those same mountain tops that you do look on now. The ocean that inspires you did cause their heads in awe to bow. Some loved their own as you do yours and hated seeing pain; Some loved themselves and hoarded gold and treasures, all in vain. But never think that what they thought and felt applies no more. For paths they took effect your own - the paths of those who came before. Tiny babes know nothing more than the world they've been bequeathed: A world in which their thoughts are shaped by those long buried underneath. And so, in turn, think long and well upon the path you'll follow, To know that, when you came before, you brought the truth to your tomorrow.

Dear Dr. Dobson,          I grew up listening to Adventures in Odyssey every night before bed. "Focus on the Family" were four words that thrilled and gave me a feeling akin to the famous Disney castle intro – and your name “Dr. James Dobson” was nearly synonymous. That thrill shriveled and died, with a dust-spewing cough, yesterday, at around noon.          To be fair, these views I’m reacting to are ones you’ve held for a long time. Although, it would seem to make any argument of mine less relevant, I would propose that the amount of time your words have had to steep and spread throughout the current Christian culture, makes their reconsideration imperative. Your influence has been heavy and, in regard to women in the church, it has been dangerous.          In your book “Love Must Be Tough”, you address a woman asking fo...

I don't care for gory movies. I just don't. So, so often it contributes nothing to the story. You’re watching a movie, following along and [insert gory scene here]. Extra points for shock factor. It reminds me of the early days of CGI when you would have those “let’s show you what we can do with CGI” scenes. And everyone at the time would go around talking about how great the CGI was. Now you look back at it and yawn because that scene only exists to show you what CGI was capable of back in 2002. Who bloody cares? A good story is only interested in itself. It doesn’t exist to bolster a scene. Scenes should exist to bolster stories. This being my firm belief made me wonder why I liked Ready or Not so much. As is evident even by the trailer, it is quite gory. Again, if you didn't see SPOILERS in all caps in the title, I'm warning you again. So many spoilers will happen below this line. Ready or Not is about a young woman marrying into a wealthy family. They are ...

Her New Year’s kiss was soft and sweet. It started slow and ended deep. And yet, within her tattered soul, she knew, That he and she were doomed. Doomed to the world from whence they came. Doomed to fall and take the blame. Doomed, because they would not move. Doomed, yet they would never lose, That sense that they had both done right; That both had fought with all their might. And even though they both lay dying, Neither one did lay there crying. The sun, it soon began to rise. She blinked and opened up her eyes. And softly whispered, “Victory!” He smiled before his soul did flee. She remained a moment more. Held tight the hand she long adored. And knew that they had made their place – Father Time and Mother Space. -Jasmine Hill Subscribe for More