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Working in retail is a daily struggle, dealing with people of all kinds, and usually not the most pleasant, often the employees are overlooked as humans, and now with the current problems, there are those feeling underappreciated, and leaving because the job is just too stressful, of course there are also those who prefer government handouts rather than earning their way, but that’s another story altogether.
What is the best gift I ever got? That´s easy: a book.
Before books, I had a fascination with doors (and still have), and maybe in a way that´s why I love books so much because in a way they are doors to another world.
As a child, I was mesmerized by a particular book I found in the attic of the house of an aunt. A sincerely fashionable widow and tossed away mistress of a devastating...
(Content Warning: mental health, cussing, and mentions of marijuana) Somedays, you feel the need to be high to function or, better yet, to disfunction, to stop disputing with yourself, with life, and just let the chaos settle itself down. You quiet and ease your racing mind while watching the smoke cloud your peripheral; in a moment, everything hushes, mutes to a barely registerable echo, white noise, and conch sounds, you listen to it, the settling silence washing over the living room. &nbs...
I struggle with words. Sometimes I can not speak at all for I've undergone selective mutism. It's a part of my illness. I am ashamed but I know if people knew that the electrical circuit in between my neurons had a short they may be more understanding of my awkwardness. I have learned to enjoy my time alone. Since words always deem to fail my expression for life and others I've begun to notice the small things around me....
Thanks, A Lot...Ugh...and Wow...my thankfulness for this life lesson is deep and everlasting.
This Thanksgiving time of year is dedicated to reminding us to be grateful. Grateful for family, friends, and even life lessons.
Each of us as humans are complex creatures. Some of us are just passing through life without any thoughts outside of existing or su...
I was just there in August.
I had travelled to Flagstaff for the weekend, longing to escape the heat of Tucson and smell the fresh air of the forest again. Growing up in Flagstaff, I had developed a love for the mountains and pine trees that dominated the landscape. Leaving Flagstaff for college gave me a new appreciation for the town I already loved so dearly, and every visit became a treat to look forwa...
MY DEAR FELLOW AMERICANS,
I was fifty-nine years old when my parents died, and I inherited my grandparents’ photo albums, as well as my parents’ photo albums. I still have them at age seventy-five. Most of the people pictured there are dead now. Every once in a while, I pull out one of the albums and remind myself of all the love and memories packed into them. Photography made it possible to capture froze...
I am sure the ancient Egyptian Gods are gliding softly on their cloud chariots above laughing mightily at my folly. Such a folly made of my outlandish whims. To be candid, maybe it was more than once. On times too many, I lost my one and only, befitting the title 'better half side of my heart' - the soul searching after my own.
My folly ...
My name is Lewis Collins and I'm 26 years old. I grew up as an only child and was raised by a single mother who was not only a mother but a protector of sorts. She always had my back and made sure I didn't go without anything that I needed as a growing boy. When I would grow out of my shirts and pants, she made sure that I wasn't the kid who didn't have anything decent to wear to school. My mother would also buy enough c...
We came back from a year in Maine late in the summer of 1997. Mum had died in April, a month after I hadn’t won the job I’d hoped for, the job we’d moved clear across the country for despite my misgivings. I drove west in one car as Harry drove the other, switching our 4-year-old son David and our golden retriever from my Honda to Harry’s SUV every couple of hundred miles.
We finally made it ...
The truth of it all is nearly unbearable. The simplicity, the ease at which it all unraveled was tortuous. Piece by piece my heart was broken. My mom’s illness had taken a toll on all of us. Watching her slowly deteriorate. Losing one ability after another. And the whole time she kept innocently and sweetly inquiring, “when will I feel better?” And it was a fair question since the doctor’s had not prepared us for anything else. We would do the radiation and the tumors would shrink. Easy peasy. ...
I used to be a teacher, a nurse, a mom. I loved my busy life. Lots of women say that, but really I was literally all these things. Then right before ‘the great lockdown of 2020’, all that ended. I had a heart attack, then another then a stroke on the table. Yeah, I’ve always been an overachiever.
On this fateful day, all was well, or so I thought. I had what I thought was severe heartburn the nigh...
Nostalgia Confronting the truth
I am Mario Hubin,son of Mr and Mrs Caldicks. After my secondary studies, I left Mauritius at the age of twenty for Toronto to study engineering. I left behind my fifteen-year-old brother named Ben and my five-year-old sister Angela..
Four years later I got graduated. I was lucky to get a job in a Canadian firm. Having worked satisfactorily and efficiently, m...
I See Colors
A small black and white photo beckons me in. I enter the time of the past and the by-gone world. Then, I see colors. The brick wall happy being overtaken by the running crimson roses. The turquoise sky spreads enchantment in that space. I hear the birds busy with their performance. The yard primarily belongs to them. They have a ...
48 Years is a Long Time
Blind dates can be risky propositions. No matter if the man’s handsome, or the woman’s beautiful, it’s the sprockets spinning inside the other person’s noggin that matters. Neither idle chatter nor dark ruminations make for a satisfying date. But if the other individual is witty with insightful prognostications, then you’ve got a ‘ke...
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