1 year = 365 days of opportunities
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1 year = 365 days of opportunities
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1 year = 365 days of opportunities
Once Upon the Rhine by RA Anderson Now that's a 5 STAR book review!
Tired all day, she tossed and turned all night with visions of chaos bombarding her mind like missiles from a warship. She couldn’t see any light at the end of a tunnel, nor could she understand that a sunrise symbolized a bright new day. Her eyelids heavy as if filled with lead again, she blinked… Continue reading Balance
No matter how bright the sun shone, the darkness overpowered her inner thoughts and swallowed her whole. She perched on the rustic bench that overlooked the three-mile-long white sandy beach, mesmerized with each wave slapping against the shore. A chattering gull flew here and there as a child’s giggle danced in the wind beneath the… Continue reading Penny
"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." ~Plato
The good, the bad, and the indifference of 2021 are all a part of memories you can’t change, but you can learn from them. If you want, write down the bad, put them in an envelope and burn them in a fire, or you can place them in a safe place to reflect and learn… Continue reading What Rings in 2022
’Tis the season for holiday good wishes. I smiled as I saw the red and green envelopes sprinkled within the everyday boring bills, cards of all shapes and sizes, and if you’re lucky, they will come with a note. Over the year, we have found ourselves too busy to pick up the phone and get… Continue reading The Christmas Letter
The calendar reads December, but without little children in the house lighting up the room with their smiles, cheers, and bright eyes, it’s hard to feel the holiday joy. Christmas decorations are hung throughout the house, but without their giggles bouncing off the walls, it’s just not the same. A ping of sorrow hits, knowing… Continue reading Holiday Memories
The whispering sounds of a kitten’s meow arouse me from the depth of sleep. I open my eyes, then struggle to focus as they meet little goddess Maia’s wide, pleading gaze. Now a grown cat, she has always made sounds like a kitten and kneaded me like bread when she’s hungry. She stretches her paws… Continue reading September 95th