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On life''s paths, many roads are traveled. This is the way I veiw the roads of Ireland....
PS...The picture was taken by my husband, Mike, who took ... in my family our hair turns iron grey in time as mine has now When men rage with hate and bigotry it takes these special women to collar them, and tame their rhetoric. It time for women to stop this hate infestat... As our broom-stick holiday comes once again, today''s "grownup" world of year-round masks and costumes begs the simplest of memories remain the guardi... written forever ago..ECA 82 Inspired by a twisted sister...
...May I iron this out for you? Serenity invades.......Where fear once ruled.....
The ravages of long illness, but courage was needed, not ''looks''. If being sentimental is a sign of poor character, I'm in worse trouble than I thought. Case in point: when I detoured into the woods after checking t... With the winter months upon us comes so many changes as we settle into the warmth and comfort of our homes. We are more apt to get into our writing an... Becoming aware of one''s innate personal power and coming to terms with it. What do we do in the challenges that meet us every day? Dehumanization while alive or escape to death. Playing around with a little word play. A dialogue between Victor and Valerie who were having an affair, a thing.
Don''t assume that you can tell someone that you love them later. There may not be a later. I Love you always, son. R.I.P. goddesses aren''t always the happiest... For everyone who loves sailing and solitude, I hope you love this! © 1999-2007, Wanda L. Harrell
Written about the contrasts in senses in a small island town (off the Gulf Coast of Florida). Just another morning for us humanists. “The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.” -... Having suffered the indignities of this wretched disease that is cancer, I one day, had finally had it. I was tired of being scared and intimidated. M... Sometime during the second half of last year, I wrote this poem of paradoxes, which I posted, in its original version in Portuguese, in “Escritas” – a... My personal feelings toward our flag. I hope your Independence Day is going better than Karen's and mine is. My little grandson, just three years old, taking his Nanny for a walk to keep me in shape I am guessing. He sees paper thrown on the green grass just ... My son's encouragement brought this poem about.
I woke from a dream this morning that I have had at least three times in the past few weeks, I do not know what the green waves mean but the voice th... Nature can provide a wealth of insights into your life if you have eyes to see, and ears to hear. 5-7-5 |
