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I enjoy blueberries. There is nothing like a bowl of cold plain yogurt drenched in blueberries and a little sweetener on a hot day. They …

When I was a little girl, I enjoyed music. We had radio, television and reel-to-reel tape players but I enjoyed the record player the most. …

Stale light reflected off his computer screen as he sipped on lukewarm coffee. I glanced up at my father, stained papers piled up high on …

When we tell stories about our childhood, I am guessing that none of us ever talk about our birth. We may have heard Mom’s version …

Many years ago, I read Admiral Byrd’s South Pole adventures in his book, Alone. I shiver now recalling his mind and body-numbing experience as he …

It was a stressful time for me. I was in the middle of finals week and I still had a song to write. I had …

I am sorting through my books. That’s five bookcases, plus. I have grown tired of looking at crowded and overflowing shelves, besides stacks of books …

“Dad, I want to come home.” A tear slid down my cheek as I choked back uncontrollable sobs. It had only been three hours – …

I don’t remember how I found her. At least 15 years ago I started going to a local private massage therapist. And that was perhaps …

I have a small alabaster box that I purchased in Morocco. It is carved out of a light colored rock with etchings on all four …