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April 7, 1963Dear Diary,My name is Howard and I found you, hidden in the back of a closet. Mom said you used to belong to my grandpa. If you don’t mind, I would like to write in you.It is springtime here in West Eaton, New York. Dandelions have started to bloom, peppering the lawns. Leaves are sprouting from the surrounding maple trees. The weather is beautiful today. This morning, on my way to Sunday school, all I needed to wear was a light sweater to keep me warm. But you should know, Dear Diary. The weather may be ...
"She said her children will be a Force to be Recon with" Pearl Fisher was born in the middle of a flowing field one golden morning of June sand clay to the Sante Estherville South Carolina.She learned the way her great-grandmother Nin 1894 til she transcended the invisible walls of captivity. Tuesday morning Aug 23 1977 and grandmom Angeline April 15, 1979, an Easter Sunday morning at the same time moments confusion left her life and brought her miraculous sight. The first...
My name is Anna and I believe in magic. I want to tell you my story. I went to boulevard middle school and I didn't exactly fit in with the crowd. My hair stayed frizzy and my glasses were not exactly the most beautiful things. I wasn't what the other kids called pretty, I wasn't skinny, and I definitely wasn't like the popular girls at my school. I had always wondered what it would be like to be popular, and then one day...
GROW UP!The disconnection in our dysfunctional families are created by unlearned parenting skills cell phones science ect. and our own bad decisions to support the world wicked ideals as verity. It is a program agenda accepted too easily every second of the day without us having any real concern for each other image. When the image we all should be reflecting is the gift of God's image that is free which is ( ABSOULUTE GREATNESS). When we create negative behavior toward each other consequently we stay apart hating each o...
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What's wrong with me? Is it weird that I really like where I'm at and what I'm doing with my life? All my friends do is talk about getting out of this "podunk" town and how there's nothing to do. So they dream about next week, next summer, five years down the road...and they miss the NOW.
In the school cafeteria,...
This story contains broaches the subject of both rape and child sex abuse from the point of view of the victim.
Today, we shall take our magical spyglass and put it to our eye. The eye I speak of is our third one, our spiritual one, the one, that those of us who are in true tune to as creators, allowing us to see parts of a cosmic whole. There are writers out there, who don't use that eye. One can tell wh...
The church basement is dark. The nursery school teacher asks if there are any questions. My three year old hand shoots up. She calls on me. I might be the only one with my hand up. My question is sincere and simple. Why are you round like a planet? The teacher has no verbal response. She leaves the room as her assistant takes the helm. I know something’s wrong with my question. Still I’m disappointed to not hav...
The acorn jostled around in the bottom of a knapsack. Scooped up from the dark Illinois prairie soil, the acorn was on its way to the Palouse. Carried by a man with heavy eyes and a pioneering spirit, the small acorn would soon bear witness to hundreds of seasons, gatherings, and coming and goings of family farm life.
Planted in a ground warmer and drier than where it came from, the white oak acorn shoul...
So many people are standing in a crowed room full of family and friends and still feel lonely. Especially when they truly need anyone to care. It's like having a dark shadow of separation and division that continues to haunt their path. In that moment they may need your time, money or great thoughts. But most times receiving only answers of promise. A promise that you know you will not keep- you give to them anyway. For it is always better to leave a person with a yes or a no then a wishful hopeful maybe. Living in this system we learned ...
John Chapter 1:Verse 521st Century King James VersionAND THE LIGHT SHINETH IN THE DARKNESS, AND THE DARKNESS COMPREHENDED IT NOT.Ecclesiastes Chapter 1:Verse 921st Century King James VersionTHE THING THAT HATH BEEN, IT IS THAT WHICH SHALL BE; AND THAT WHICH IS DONE, IS THAT WHICH SHALL BE DONE; AND THERE IS NO NEW THING UNDER THE SUN.Eons come and go. Cycles rotate. There is nothing new under the sun. The planetary combinations can only line up in a fini...
The stable doors underneath the church were imperfect. The old school building had been tacked onto when the parish expanded, the opposite of when a snake grows, back around when everyone in Ohio started to have their own car, their own identity on the highway, that first firsthand understanding of inexplicable speed.
The Pinewood ...
Wednesday 14th March 1945
Will it ever end? The suffering, the pain. Will life ever return to what it once was? Will the sun ever shine on a land so peaceful and green? Will Papa ever come home to us?
I don’t know.
We don’t know.
Mrs. Woźniak gave me this empty notebook, she told me to write in it, that it wil...
"Ms. Lu has been rather distance lately," whispered my mother as we came back home from my Lacrosse practice. "She normally always greets us when you are back home from school and practice. This is the thrid day in a row."I asked: "Yeah, I've noticed. Did you try calling her?"My mother replied: "Yes, several times but it always goes to voicemail.""Maybe I should call her up," I said willing to give it a try."That's really sweet of you to do Stuart. Do you still have h...
My husband, Sinclair, looked like a black lumberjack. He bounced into our room and took out my yellow suitcase and dragged it across the hardwood floor leaving stuff marks along the way. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him piling his clothes inside. I knew that he was going to ask me if I wanted to go to the convention with him and he knew that my answer was going to be the same as it had been the ten hundred o...
'I can't believe I've been subjective to this,' I said this to myself as I following Frank through the stands. I was practically begged into coming here out of all places in Milwaukee and wouldn't you know it was Miller Park or something. Apparently they changed the name of the stadium recently but Frank keeps on calling it Miller Park anyway. I never was a big fan of baseball or any sort of sport within the matter.All I was interested was money and business. My family owes the firm over in London. I was suppo...
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