By Lilly Lewin I have had a rough few weeks dealing with depression and just not feeling like doing much of anything that I enjoy doing. I’ve been stewing on…
By Ana Lisa de Jong — WITHOUT A LIGHT Poetry brings me home. When I have wandered directionless, without a light, when longings keep me circling, lost child in the…
By Ana Lisa de Jong — Watch how the sun rises. First the tip of the clouds turn pink, and then gold on a horizon. Something happens to our hearts, the…
By Lisa Scandrette — My feet tread happily over the rocky path, my lungs expanding with fresh mountain air. Each step reveals a new rugged wonder to my eyes as…
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