My granddaughter had surgery to remove four bone tumors from her leg nineteen days ago. She performed this song while standing on a cast t...

He snores beside me that butterball I love, waking me from dead sleep. My black cat, Ninja, with big claws and buck tooth yawn, I ji...

What makes a person hoard, or collect things? Was it what triggered my mother's frequent visits to thrift shops and yard sales? She se...

AESTHETICA CREATIVE WORKS COMPETITION 2010 Deadline: August 31, 2010 Aesthetica Magazine is inviting all artists, writers and poets to ...

Life isn’t a project to be completed;  it is an unknowable landscape to be explored. David Brooks NY Times Op-Ed Columnist

Don't look... You might see. Don't listen... You might hear. Don't think... You might learn. Don't make a decision... ...

Before I met my son's new girlfriend, he warned me, "Mom, she's a Minimalist. So, don't be trying to give her stuff." ...

My niece turned me on to this song. (See lyrics below) Airplanes lyrics by B.o.b. Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky ...

Tell me... how you came to be, my friend, floating like a feather traversing the sky and hovering right here in front of me. Tell me...

You want me to what ? Lie here? That’s all? No phone calls or emails? No errands or chores? No work or list of things to do? Ar...

Mulling over the sands of time one hand gently drops over the other. Yielding now, the grains fall like liquid velvet. Melted beyond me...

1949 February 1 This letter is from Flora Waite’s half sister written to Flora’s daughter, Hazel Dean English Dear Hazel, Was so glad ...

She stood in the grove  emptying her heart into the darkness, crying out to the trees. Oh, hear me! Help me! I am your little child, ...

When they visit... friends and family, I take them to the redwoods up at Big Basin always driving the winding roads, the ones with...

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