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Star Gazing

  • October 3, 2016
Star Gazing

When I was a child I was fascinated by the stars. As a child I would often lay in the grass behind my parents house and gaze at the constellations, trying to comprehend just how the universe was created. My parents, from a very young age, always encouraged me to decide what it was I wanted to do with my life, so at age 10, I decided that one day I would be an astronomer so that I might some day make a career out of gazing at the night sky. I remember my parents, my father especially being proud that one day they would be able to tell people that they had raised an astronomer. That Christmas...

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The Child Is Grown

  • September 22, 2016
The Child Is Grown

August 2016

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Maybe

  • September 19, 2016
Maybe

When I was a child, I thought that when I grew up, that all my picture-perfect maps and plans of the future would come true. As of yet, very few of those plans I was certain and convinced would come true actually did. But what if things turned out differently? Maybe I would have been famous. Maybe I would have been successful. Maybe I would have chased dreams similar to those around me.

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Lost Child

  • June 3, 2016
Lost Child

This photograph was found in an abandoned house. Never Coming Home

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Highly Influential Quotes From The Best Books

  • April 21, 2015
Highly Influential Quotes From The Best Books

“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme...

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Writing Prompt Number 120

  • February 8, 2015
Writing Prompt Number 120

Did you ever have your own ‘special place’ as a child?

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Poisoned By Fairy Tales

  • January 19, 2015
Poisoned By Fairy Tales

My father died in February of 2013. I was 33 years old. There are so many things still left unsaid. So many things I wanted to ask my father. And yet, with each passing year, it seems that there are more and more questions left unanswered. I decided a long time ago that I would not be having children of my own, for various reasons, despite the fact that I know I would be a fantastic parent. Perhaps it all goes back to my childhood and all the things that went wrong. I don't know for sure. One thing remains certain. As children, we are poisoned by fairy tales, and the concept...

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Christmas Memories

  • December 5, 2014
Christmas Memories

There is perhaps no happier time in a child's life than Christmas day. As an adult, whenever I think of Christmas, I am reminded of Christmas memories from long ago.

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The Curse Of Brevity

  • March 24, 2014
The Curse Of Brevity

Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief. - William Shakespeare, Hamlet Brevity is defined as concise and exact use of words in writing or speech; in a sense, the way I have started to write in recent years. But why? I do not know.

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Time And Time Again

  • March 3, 2014
Time And Time Again

Lately I have been reading through old journal entries in search of patterns, specifically looking for examples of how my life has changed, and coincidentally, how my perceptions and opinions have changed.

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