Welcome true-believers and newcomers alike. On this podcast we find our heroes Shan & Hogey attempting to sort through all the beauty and madness that is the MARVEL Universe. Each week we will feature a different hero or topic and uncover the mystery one piece at a time.
Three Rivers native, poet, and Watershed Voice columnist Torrey Brown answers the hard questions between a father and a son in his first WSV poem.
Around the world there was little time to brace for the impact of the COVID-19 pandemic. It has rocked so much to the core, including me. As a daughter, friend, wife, mother... human, I am concerned about not only those that I love, but also those that I don't know all over the world. In the midst of planning, cleaning and assisting, one unexpected emotion that kept circling back was grief. It took me by surprise, but its presence was undeniable. Grief.
"Do not be afraid. If ever an Easter message were still every bit as timely this year as it was before, it’s that one. Do not be afraid. Not, 'don’t worry so much about it.' Not, 'be reckless.' No, Do not be afraid: for Jesus who has been crucified has been raised.'"
Three Rivers native and vocalist Courtney Moore dropped a new single Friday titled "Selfish," the first single off her sophomore album "25."
"What I am seeing when I look around the church and society is Easter in the truest form it’s been practiced in a long time."
Do you ever wonder where later has gone? I often think it goes to the back of the closet and gets lost with those Christmas gifts you forgot you bought. As an adult, later seems like something small and trivial. As a child, later seems like something you’ve wished for but it never happens. And that makes me mad.
Why is it so hard for organizations such as the Black student union or the Latino student union to collaborate with the Western Democrats or the Western Republicans? Why is it so hard to have that color representation in something as big as politics, especially in college?
I like to look out the window — I think I get that from my dad. While I was growing up, my parents had an agreement that my mother would drive the car anywhere we went as a family; I’m told it was so that my father could look out the window without imperiling the rest of us.
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