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Moments

Moments

A moment is described as a brief “period” of time. So much can change in a moment. Moments can be defining.  One minute you’re dancing for joy in the rain, the next minute you could be drowning in sorrow. A moment can be long and poignant, or brief, but sad. A moment can be terrifying or thrilling.  It can be either enjoyable, or unbearable – A moment can be wantonly wild, or perfectly peaceful. A moment can be violent or…

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Being Alive Is Worth Celebrating

Being Alive Is Worth Celebrating

I recently asked a close friend, how are you? to which she replied, “I’m alive.”  Based on her response, it sounded as if life had been difficult.  And, I agree, it’s been a rough year. We have all experienced pain in some way or another, due to the recent events plaguing our nation. But too often, the response “I’m alive,” sounds more like a death sentence, instead of something to be celebrated. Her response reminded me of a commitment I…

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Sticks & Stones May Break Our Bones. But Words…

Sticks & Stones May Break Our Bones. But Words…

Words May Break Our Spirit The words kept emanating from my mouth. “You are dumb.” “You are useless.” “Why are you even here?” “You don’t matter.” Each statement was a dagger to my heart, but I continued to pierce myself; repeating the words aloud, over, and over, to myself. Then the tears started to flow… Arriving home, I headed straight to bed; pulling the covers over my head, as my husband looked on, wondering what in the world happened.  It…

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Stepping Into The Circle

Stepping Into The Circle

It has been said there are three types of people in the world.  Those who make things happen, those who watch things happen, and those who wonder what happened! For too long, I have been part of the “watch” and “wonder” group when it came to my desire to write and for years, I have watched safely from the sidelines, as others pursued their dreams of writing. I told myself “yea, one of these days.”  Years later, and I was…

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