Her room was filled with the things from childhood. The little girly things a teenager holds onto as she transitions into becoming a young woman.
Then there is the perfectly styled, wild and unkempt look. A bit of an oxymoron I realize, but there it is. This seems to be the style for those who want to look like a wild man of the wood but not actually be one.
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The fading sun softly outlined her form with a delicate glow. A solitary tear emerged in the corner of her eye.
Anger is like a hot coal that you throw at the object of your anger. You may or may not hit the object, but you will always get burned.
It is all she has ever wanted and now in this moment she has the opportunity to prove herself.
You simply cannot fully experience the Yamuna River flowing lazily past the Taj Mahal at sunset unless you are standing upon the white marble yourself.
In a remote part of County Sligo, Ireland I parked the car on the side of a lonely single-track road. I had been searching for this place for many years through both genealogy and family lore. My wife Andrea and I walked silently along taking in the tranquil beauty of the place, remembering its tragic … Continue reading Ireland and the Lost People of South Carolina
... these are the same days in which the stories of the night sky have become lost and untold.
Ahhh, now it’s time to take that deep breath and relax. All of the Doing is done!