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Joy of Morning
God’s love is like a morning, Arising in my soul. A perfect, constant dawning, So warm and wonderful. . Though the earthly night surrounds, It cannot pierce within. Dark of death no more is found, Nor cold of pain and sin. . Day seems a bright beginning, Yet noontide is past. In…
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Jill of all Trades or Renaissance Woman?
I am what one might call a “Jill of All Trades,” the female counterpart of a “Jack of All Trades.” I quite liked this phrase until I saw a quote on Pinterest (seriously, Pinterest? You’re supposed to be my social media happy place!) that reads: “Jack of all trades, but a master of none.” Well stink.…
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Organ Removal: A Statement and a Story

I often find that the most effective way of communicating a potentially controversial opinion is through storytelling. That said, I will let the following short story speak for me rather than explaining at length my views. Please let me know what you take away from this as I would like to know if my statement-through-story…
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Two Poems for Two Places
Driving across my home state of Arizona, I was struck not only by the differences between my Sonoran Desert home and White Mountain destination, but by the subtle similarities between the two. While it might seem odd that I was able to find any commonality between these so apparently distinct places, I sensed a certain artistic…
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A Bookish take on New Years Resolutions
As with every new year, we find ourselves drafting lists of resolutions. Eat healthier. Wake up early. Finish that novel. Run. Get to know that person. Keep your room clean. Practice daily. We all know these resolutions and, more likely than not, we’ve all broken them. Every year it seems we make the same sort…
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On the Platform
“Are you waiting for someone, miss?” “Yes.” “Would you prefer to sit in the waiting room?” “No thank you.” She had been sitting there for quite some time and the train station master was beginning to wonder if she was really waiting for anyone at all. She certainly appeared to be…
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The Gardener
Their forks clicked in unison against the empty plates as they set them down, finished. The utensils were not the only things that had clicked. The meal had been delicious, the girl lovely, the man courteous, the conversation interesting and free of the awkward pauses generally ended by dull commentaries on the weather or the…
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