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June 21, 2016

I’m not a fan of puzzles. I mean, what a terrible source of entertainment! If I can see the picture on the outside of the box, why would I willingly waste my time pouring out the pieces, spreading them across the table and then putting them back together JUST to create the same picture that I conveniently saw already? I have a solution for puzzles-...

June 12, 2016

It was getting hard to breathe, but I tore across the grass with blistering speed. I could hear the thuds of feet behind me; the heavy breathing of those pursuing me. I knew that if I stopped they would catch me. I just needed to gain a safe distance and I could get away. Up ahead, I saw my escape… a fence. It was twice my height, like the walls of...

May 31, 2016

“Why NOW? Couldn’t it have waited another hour, day, week, year…? This could NOT be happening at a worse time… It’s just not fair… If I knew this was going to happen, I would’ve prepared better… I have too much on my plate for this right now... ”

It’s always something, isn’t it? As if life doesn’t have enough burdens already. We blink our eyes for j...

May 30, 2016

My eyes open. I squint at the alarm clock. It isn’t going off. Did I forget to set it? Am I late for work? What day is it? Wait, last night I told myself that I could sleep in today, but why? The sun shines into my room through the blinds and calls my eyes to the calendar on the wall. Today is Memorial Day. It's the epic conclusion to my three day...

May 29, 2016

Sit down. Watch a TV show. Catch a flick at the theater. Sit in on a stage performance. True actors and actresses are masters of their craft. There's something that draws you in about them, but what? Could it be their portrayal of joy, sorrow, success or struggle? Perhaps you're caught by heroism, gripped by fear, urked by antagonism or warmed by p...

May 28, 2016

I turned to close and lock the door as I left. Something bright in the reflection caught my attention, so I turned and stood on the front porch to look. Across the street, the small park was quiet, but what caught my attention was beyond the trees. The sun had just fallen and the sky was burning bright in pink and orange, like a bucket of paint had...

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