Providing insight while navigating the literary world and sharing my work. Last Semester of Graduate School.

I think I am a writer, do you agree? April A to Z Blogging Challenge -2013. You Choose The Back Cover. Do we really pay attention to which way everything goes? I think we are so automatic in our routines we have no idea what we see. That is why I enjoy the Which Way challenge.

Join us for a film screening. An exhibition of original sources. Of people sharing their memories of struggles fought here in Nottingham during that iconic year, which saw deeply-rooted conflicts erupt into open revolts all around the globe. Well, well, it really has been a while since we updated this site. Sorry about that, but life can get in the way of awesome research projects! Following .

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Asymp; Leave a comment. Many times you set it upon the dinner table,. Creamy white with red roses painted upon the corner,. Laden with food to nourish our bodies. Sometimes with fried chicken that came from the hens in the yard. Other times, bearing steak from one of the cows no longer in the pasture. After each meal, you diligently scrubbed with away the grease. Your weathered hands bearing evidence of years of hard farm labor,. Asymp; Leave a comment.

In the middle of the night. As the rest of the family sleeps,. That steal my chance for respite,. I wear out oak planks with the weight. Of burdens at times too heavy to bear. Such troubles are all too common. As we, mothers and wives,. Reject opportunities to skirt issues. Searching for guidance from above.

Life is constructed of hundreds of thousands of events, some of which we see, interact with, and understand, but some of which pass us by without having the faintest clue they even happened.

Names beyond the Top 100, from many nations and eras. As always, these are just my opinions. Sad that a misspelling .

What makes us want to share? We read something, feel something, identify with someone like us. We know how it feels to love and win, love and lose confront this thing called life. In this cyberspace world, we have learned we are only limited by the depth and width of our thinking, and our lack of knowledge.

The prompt is her caricature depicting the Mystery Chest. Once there lived an old woman. She had 4 children, two daughters and two sons. All married and having their own children. All the sons, daughters and in-laws took much care of that lady to please her in all respects, so that she might not find any fault with them. They thought by doing so, each one of them will get.