For my daughters, Time has slipped from my grasp as it seems only just a few moments ago, you were running around the house, blanket in hand, like superheroes preparing to save the world. The tiny pitter patter sounds your …
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For my daughters, Time has slipped from my grasp as it seems only just a few moments ago, you were running around the house, blanket in hand, like superheroes preparing to save the world. The tiny pitter patter sounds your …
The metallic crow of an alarm clock at her bedside roused Mildred from the foggy void of sleep. As her mind began working, she settled into the static hum of music in her ears. Sound was an ever-present companion, one …
There has been a growing concern and call to action by teachers across the nation about the literacy capabilities of young students in America. Teachers have claimed to see ineptness with reading and comprehension unlike they have experienced before. Some …
Reece wasn’t evil. He knew that the people in the village thought otherwise. He’d heardthe whispers, seen the dark looks, felt the glass bottles shattering against his back when theywere thrown at him. But he wasn’t evil, no. He was… …
Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite Runner is an emotionally charged, historical fiction novel that delves into harsh, real issues of human struggle and inner turmoil. Hosseini focuses on emotional realism rather than on insignificant plot points and rabbit holes to force …
From morning until night,You gave it your all.Ensuring comfort, offering care,A love so steady, always there.You gave it your allIn lessons taught, in kindness shared,In knowing when to give,And showing how to love.Through moments of struggle,Through doubts and heavy days,You …
Oh Raven, bird of wisdom, offeror of truth and guidance, omen of darkness, omen of light, atopthe pole, do you recognize our kind? An aged cedar pole, once a tree, was cut down, reshaped,and re-erected. Re-erected to hold the Raven. …
Scene 1Narrator) The light is dimming over the city park, as the evening sun begins to give way to the inevitable coming of night. The last reluctant children are being pulled away from the play equipment, by impatient parents eager …
The seeds of salvationEncased in a tombSealed there in waxFor flames to consume.Yearning in enchantmentFor disaster, they plead.Dormant and patient,Sit several small seeds.Ages and agesThey still do lie.White lightning streaksAcross the night sky.Tall timbers creakPossessed with disease.Needles snap dryly,Under foot, …
Gray skies stretch wide above us, soft and heavy, the kind that foretells rain but never letsit fall. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth–distant rains–and the sound of creakingleather with each shift of movement. My horse’s …