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It’s been a particularly cold & cruel season in America. What’s happening here is wrong and unacceptable.
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What does it all mean? Why does it matter? We place such importance on dates and time, but isn’t this simply another manmade construct similar to religion? A way to compartmentalize and give us a sense of control and comfort? December 1, 2025. Dear Diary, I am falling into an abyss of darkness. Will it…
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During the dormant phase, it may appear as though nothing is happening, however this is a time of tremendous growth and creative processing. “Dormancy: the state of having normal physical functions suspended or slowed down for a period of time; deep sleep.”
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Perhaps feeling trapped is just an illusion.
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Feeling like a ghost, living in my own shadow.
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She woke up disoriented, lying on a cold rugged terrain. Other than the distant hissing sound of leaking jet fuel, an unimaginable silence surrounded her. Cavernous skies glittered with a myriad of stars. In disbelief, she watched a weak band of pale green light as it crept across the horizon line. In spite of all…
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The one-act play follows Roger, an 83-year-old widower seeking companionship through online dating. He meets three women: Joan, a brash nutritionist; Marie-Louise, a doting mother of adult twins; and Cheryl, a spirited postal worker and Civil War reenactor. Each encounter highlights the challenges and humor of modern dating.
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Letting go is difficult despite knowing life is fleeting; clinging to the past hinders progress and new opportunities.
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Her will knows no limits, until she is haunted by her choices.
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In a hotel suite, Maya, an elderly woman, awaits breakfast while being cared for by Jenny. As the morning unfolds, Jenny shares lighthearted moments with a hotel porter named Jay, who brings breakfast. The interaction highlights Maya’s frailty and longing for connection amid Jenny’s internal struggle with her own sacrificed life.
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A loud hissing noise filled the air as massive metal double doors were unlocked and the vacuum seal released. The taller man turned to the shorter one, motioning towards the entry with a gloved hand as the dimmed lights went up. A vast immaculate interior revealed seemingly endless rows of hospital beds containing bodies. Neat…
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In a vibrant summer setting, Keela, born blind, shares a deep bond with her childhood friend Louis. After excelling in a boarding school for the blind, they navigate their emotions until Louis proposes to her at a celebratory office gathering, affirming their love.
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My little sister (blonde), and me, circa 1980. The ubiquitous Sears portrait session. I was 16, my sister 14. I think we look a bit “parentified”, and that’s because in a way, we were. Our mother was distracted or overwhelmed a lot. Mostly by our father, who frequently had suspicious “extracurricular activities” keeping him late…
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Feeling lost. Perhaps it’s ok to feel this way. Just let everything go and take the path of least resistance when it appears.
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The content reflects on personal evolution through life’s phases, the concept of “alters,” and the practice of creating altars for gratitude, inviting readers to share their own experiences and reflections on these themes.
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Take a small step. Focus on that & don’t worry about where you’re going. Each step is a valiant effort toward something new. Each step leads you from that which you no longer need. Once you’ve worn out the shoes, let them go and find a pair that fits the new version of yourself and…
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The small car sputtered and hissed, then suddenly lurched forward before coming to a full stop. A cloud of black smoke and acrid fumes blew out from under the hood, encapsulating everything in sight. Flames began to emerge and without warning, the vehicle exploded in a massive fireball. Just minutes before, the streamlined sports car…
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