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When Letting Go Is Not Losing In getting old.. great expectations soften, allowing for gentle desires where exuberance for upcoming...

Sure enough it's all a dream. But it's my dream. And I do believe, contrary to popular opinion, there are times, when one holds the...

The Tidbits of An Ordinary Day Many enter my home, some think it cluttered, others see it as cozy, it knows no labels, it just lays bare...

“they’re waiting cameras in hand”, said the elm to the maple. “ feel their longing for the grand color reveal”? but what if? what if this...

A Summer Memory He escorted her down the brief incline of small rocks The sun shone upon her now weathered arms, And though her footing...

The Return Her soft sepia carpet, with sundrenched pine needles received my foot steps into the bosom of her soul. many years have passed...

Time is running out, so I’ll get right to the point. But after that, I cannot guarantee a direct course through my story. I always...

notes from a journal almost completed You were birthed from Light and Love, yet your physical beginnings may not reflect this. So when...

the years have passed, memories of my mother are spread across the floor like colorful pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. i have put them...

the naked truth lies beneath the props of make up and fine clothes it touches not, the well sculpted muscles, nor the plasticity of ...