A Moment of Definition
written by: Elaine Marie
@ElaineMarieCar1
Some things we are born with. They are inherently as much a part of us as our next b...
My Mrs. Gunn
written by: Grendad
My little heart sank when, after a whispered conversation between you and the teacher in front of the class, I was ca...
From The Mouths Of Babes
written by: Dianne Moritz
Art Linkletter said it first: kids say the darndest things. Take it from me, Art knew what he was...
My Mother and Forgiveness
written by: Dawn Parish
As a loving child, I could not understand why I was treated so badly by my mother, who'd adopted me ...
Where Are The Children?
written by: Dianne Moritz
It's a warm, sunny, beautiful spring day. The golden yellow forsythias are in full bloom, green bu...
Medusa's Carnival of Skaz
written by: Susan Marie Shuman
According to poststructuralist “libidinal” feminist writer, Helene Cixous, “Woman must writ...
Strangers In The Night
written by: John H Paterson
@j_paterson
Burkina Faso begged to be explored for its mineral resources when our company began wo...
Don't Let your Memes Be Dreams
written by: Rebecca Rhodes
If there’s one cliché line I’ve heard far too many times, it’s “If life gives you lemons, ...
