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The Note

Her hands tremble as she smooths out the crumpled piece of lined yellow paper. She can barely make out the smeared blue ink. The words come out in broken whispers, “I can’t go on. My lips no longer form the battle cry I’ve summoned in years past. This world keeps shrinking and my disquiet holds me hostage. I’m a prisoner of…

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The Place I Do Not Rest

I made my way slowly through the aisles with purpose, though what purpose I wasn’t sure. My eyes took in letters which made up words, clothed in different colors. I was the hunter with no idea of my prey though I was certain it would be made clear in that moment when I happened upon…

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Finding Sound Advice In History

If we pay attention to history, we will surprise ourselves by the many hidden gems of wisdom we are sure to uncover. While flipping gingerly through my 1877 collection of Dickens’ Works, a birthday gift from my family, my daughter and I discovered several newspaper clippings tucked into the pages. We felt like we had…

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The Heartbreaking Last Wish That’s Impossible To Ignore

“Wait…don’t go.” It is barely a whisper. I’m just outside the room, my hand on the door knob pulling it closed, but I freeze. Silence. I’m suddenly unsure whether I heard anything at all. “Mommy?” “Just one more hug?” I’ve been listening to these last-minute bedtime requests for so many years I can’t remember at what…

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When Words Are Not Enough

  She was only eight, but even then she longed for adventure. Faraway lands and impossible ideas of worlds undiscovered called to her on a daily basis. She yearned to fly among the birds and burrow with forest creatures in the deep brush of magical woods. She wasn’t unhappy with her current residence, simply wanted…

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What Do You Say To A Broken Heart?

It’s a typical funeral day. The kind of day that reflects emotions you didn’t know you were hiding.    Feelings you carefully tucked away now peek around every cloud, threatening to make a long overdue appearance. The air is heavy and thick wrapping your lungs as you try to steady your breath. It’s the kind of day…

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The Challenge of Raising A Gentle Giant

He wasn’t my first-born, but the moment they placed the sweet little bundle of boy in my arms I knew there would be different challenges in raising him. He was a healthy baby and thankfully those challenges wouldn’t be of the medical sort, but the difference in raising a boy are always present. As he…