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We all experience it. Just when life begins to make sense and everything seems ordered and alphabetized, something manages to unhinge us and se..

When I was young I would wait till the night grew dark, the moon shone brightly and the house grew still. I snuck to the window, drew back the ..

When I wake every morning, rub the sleepy grit from my eyes and stretch my arms to the sky I cannot help but feel it in me, from my toes to the ti..

As I sit nursing my fourth cup of coffee I cannot help but find myself jealous of all the happiness around me that I am not a part of. So many smi..

Open any newspaper and you will find so many things wrong with the outside world. Flick on any news program and you will only find more of the sam..

Again I find myself sipping a hot cup of burnt coffee and bemoaning the fact pumpkin muffins are not yet in season. My local coffee shop, Huck Fin..

Earlier this year I went fishing with a friend that insisted on using night crawlers because that is all he has ever used. Having fished with anyt..

Last night after writing my 13th article I couldn't help but have an overwhelming sense of loss deep inside. I had sewn together more dolls to pre..

Life is always moving, always changing and shaping us and then destroying us the way children create sandcastles and then stomp them into nothingn..

If it were not for bad luck... We have all heard that saying and at times firmly believed it described their life to a T. As I sit here typing thi..