It’s said that from this spot a feeling of tranquility will snuff out all other feelings, making you feel at peace with God and the Universe.
Have you ever created found poetry? This one got me thinking about how we are all connected to this place we call home.
Have you ever had Vertigo? Vertigo slams into your head like a speeding bullet, a bus out of nowhere, and full of maliciousness in its pursuit of a wobbly gait.
The juiciest blackberries grew alongside the tracks, with a sick husband and five children to feed, Anna happily accepted nature’s help.
Reward is filthy with possibility: it could be your third grader’s beaming smile after reading her first chapter book, a steaming mug of chicken soup after a long run in the cold,...
It’s hard to look at The Bull, painted in 1647 by twenty-one year old Dutch artist Paulus Potter and understand how this was ever held in higher esteem than Rembrandt’s Night Watch.
I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves.
Polls show people want the Pipeline, the Unions want the pipeline, we know the Canadians want the pipeline yet the President opts to please the Sierra Club.
Coromandel Peninsula, parts of this place are like heaven on earth and I feel very blessed to have had the privilege of growing up and holidaying here as a youngster.
Read counts for the top 25 most read posts. Congratulations to all those who hold this honor, keep up the great work... you obviously have a few fans!
The latest issue of Daibiq, the Islamic State's online English magazine, has an article that explains Islam is not a religion of peace but rather a religion of the sword.
Azuma Makoto, put on an exhibit titled “ICED FLOWERS”. The exhibition featured compositions of beautiful flowers encased inside massive blocks of ice.
What a rush. My New England homeland tunnels through snow in sub-zero temperatures and I’m loving it. And I’m loving that I love it...
Life gives us plenty of occasions to celebrate; The more we find reason to show gratitude for the life we have, the greater our quotient of joy increases.
I don’t discuss regional politics and this post is no exception, but something has come to my attention that makes me shake my head.
I’m wrapping up the week of Writing 201: Poetry by completing the remaining assignments in this post. It’s been quite the exhilarating journey and nothing gives me more joy than to exercise my brain creating some poetry.
"Man Kills Self Before Shooting Wife and Daughter"... This one I caught in the Tribune the other day and called the Editorial Room and asked who wrote this.
What I'd really like to see is a poll from the Democrats supposing that neither Elizabeth Warren nor Hillary Clinton would be in the mix.
I’m sure Sheriff Andy Taylor was at the malt shop teaching manners and lessons in civility to kids, and I’m sure I saw Gomer and Floyd walking around.
Prepare for the bombshell. Gallup surveyors did their tallies and found that frozen New England, my home since I was 15, is fit for fire and brimstone.
Right now I do feel like FanBox is a pyramid scheme. It only took me three years to get to the point that I had experienced enough BS that I could close the door on it forever.