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*Guest Post* My Mother’s Purse

Stephanie Akers Cohen is our featured guest author today. I am grateful to share this wonderful piece she wrote as a tribute to her mother. Today would have been her mothers 99th birthday, the 10 year anniversary of her receiving... Continue Reading →

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Moved by a Monument

I stood in front of one of the most breathtaking examples of architecture I'd ever seen. I'm certainly one to geek out over gargoyles,  coo over columns, lust over lighting, wander and pause around wrap around porches, and possibly be... Continue Reading →

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Dragons

He wouldn't even look at me, because he knew I was right To humble himself to concede to me Would be mortal shame, and that was beneath himMy gaze intensified, I was not going to let it goI had the... Continue Reading →

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Getting Through Creativity

Something felt off, I was unsure. My confidence seemed to falter lately. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was. I wanted so badly to build it back, find my flow back. But I knew if I didn't turn on the... Continue Reading →

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There was a chill in the air and I wrapped the blankets closer around me. Winter was marching in quickly and I wasn't totally sure I was ready for it yet.I enjoyed the fall colours so much this year. Hearing... Continue Reading →

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Dropping the Ball

I dropped the ballIt bouncedAnd rolled awayMissed opportunity I could go chase itBut it was already out of sightClearly it wasn't meant for me I console myself from my mistakeThe shoulds startI try to block them outThe ball is goneI... Continue Reading →

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Umbrella Sunshine

We used our umbrellas, even though we didn't really need themIt was a sunny day, and while some use them to shield themselves from vitamin dWe dancedWe twirled our pastel coloursThe bright ones and ones filled with patterns We used... Continue Reading →

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The Last Time

The lovers met for the last timeThey knew he would ship out in the morning And neither knew which direction their lives would take from thereThey said the standard, "we'll write each other every day"And "I'll be here waiting when... Continue Reading →

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Her Pink World

Everywhere she looked was pink. This wasn't what she had in mind.She quickly realized somehow she ended up in a giant bubble gum bubbleFloating through the airShe didn't dare breatheFor she didn't know what was keeping her afloatOr where she... Continue Reading →

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